The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 350

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Katherine composed herself at lightning speed, dabbing her face with a handkerchief—thankfully, she hadn’t broken down sobbing like Magdalena.

She tried to slip away, but in the end, some guests caught her and brought her back to the hall for one of the evening’s main games.

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Elliot had settled his business with Brenda, putting her in her place.

What the hell was that nonsense about love and feelings?

He wasn’t an idiot. Elliot knew very well that what truly drove that she-wolf was her interest in his wealth and title.

With disgust, he wiped the traces of her lipstick from his mouth, along with her irritating scent that still clung to his nose.

He didn’t want Kath to suspect anything—or worse, misunderstand.

He considered placing more spies around Brenda, just in case. He didn’t trust her in the slightest.

"Baroness Hildaly, good, I’ve found you," he strode toward the woman, who was ordering a drink. "Where is my Duchess?"

Elliot scanned the small catering lounge.

At the sight of the woman’s flustered expression, his alarms immediately went off.

"What happened?"

"I’m terribly sorry, Your Grace, truly, but, well… Miss Zafiro… " The woman hesitated, unsure whether to speak or stay silent. She had no desire to meddle in the Duke’s private affairs.

"Tell me without fear. What did Brenda do? Where is my wife?"

As he listened to what had happened—the humiliation Brenda had inflicted upon Katherine—Elliot’s fury grew with every word.

He should have known sooner. Damn it! His hurried steps led him straight to the grand hall.

The place was buzzing with excitement as everyone prepared for the Treasure Exchange.

Elliot knew about it—he had personally bribed the event organizers to rig the raffle so that he and Katherine would be paired together.

"Where are you, my little witch?"

The urgency inside him swelled. Damn it, he had tried to handle too much at this gathering and had neglected what truly mattered.

He tried to use his sense of smell, but the chaotic mix of scents made it impossible.

Moving through the crowd seated in arranged lounges, he nodded mechanically to greetings, but his gaze was only searching for one person.

Not seeing Katherine was driving him mad—until, finally, he spotted her sitting on a sofa, chatting with two other women.

Elliot approached with an intimidating presence.

If they were mistreating her, the civilized Duke act would end right here. But as his ears picked up the conversation, he exhaled in relief. That wasn’t the case.

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