The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 411

KATHERINE

"Kath, Vorath told me that Lavinia is like you, and very powerful. That’s why he dared to feed her," Elliot explained.

"A powerful witch?" I looked at her, almost in fear. I had hoped she would be “normal.” Now, more than ever, I had to protect her.

"We have to, baby. You’re not alone anymore, Kath. We have to protect each other," Elliot assured me.

"I need your help reorganizing all the castle staff. We’re going to do a full cleansing of the duchy. I’ll bring Aldo, Tomás, and their families to stay at the castle."

I nodded in agreement. They were good, loyal people.

The castle’s grand structure came into view as we entered the gardens, and for the first time, I felt an undeniable sense of belonging.

I was no longer the false Duchess. I would take my place legitimately. I wouldn’t allow any more snakes to conspire within my own home.

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NARRATOR

In the Duchy of Thesio…

Salvatore materialized in a hidden corner of the stables behind the Blue Mountain Tavern.

This was where he would wait for that woman, Zafiro. But first, he needed a snack—using his powers so frequently without drinking blood regularly was weakening him.

He overheard a conversation and moved closer, stalking from the shadows.

Immediately, the stench of alcohol and urine hit his nose, making him wrinkle it in disgust.

A few meters away, he spotted two men pissing against the wooden stable wall.

Disgusting creatures. And yet, these elementals had the audacity to hunt him like vermin, even slaughtering his family when they were discovered.

Only he survived—he had been far away when it happened.

"I’m telling you, idiot, the Duchess of Everhart has a crazy sister!"

Those words caught his attention.

The speaker was completely drunk, but he swore up and down that he had overheard a conversation at the Sanatorium, where he worked as an assistant.

According to him, the Duchess of Everhart had a twin sister.

"And I clearly heard the word ‘magic,’" he added, slurring his words as he zipped up his pants.

"Be careful with what you say! You’re talking about important nobles, you idiot!"

"You’re the idiot! I know what I heard. You could make a fortune off this, but suit yourself if you don’t believe me," the drunkard shouted indignantly before stumbling back toward the tavern along the stone path.

Salvatore’s eyes gleamed in the darkness as he observed his now-isolated prey, dazed and slumped against the wall.

He moved in stealthily, disgusted by the man’s stench of sweat and filth. But this was his life now. To survive, he would sink his fangs into whatever he could.

By the time the drunkard noticed the shadow stalking him, it was too late. He barely had time to gasp before he was brutally drained and killed.

Salvatore dragged the body to the sewer drain, pried open the heavy iron grate, and dumped the corpse inside—not before disguising the bite wounds with animal-like tears.

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