The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 417

NARRATOR

Katherine watched the lively scene in the dining hall, observing the struggles of their guest families.

Though they had started to relax, their discomfort with many things was still obvious.

They had discussed it, and they would live in houses near the forest, under the castle’s protection.

The women would take on important roles under the Duchess’s administration, serving as her support.

By the time night fell, Katherine had already arranged for them to stay in the guest wing, with the servants at their disposal.

She stopped by to check on Freya, who was still recovering but much better.

Then she remembered the chest and asked her about it.

"I think I saw it once. I believe your mother opened it with a stone of the same material," the elderly woman replied from the bed, wrapped in blankets, a bandage around her head.

Lavinia had just left after reading to her.

Katherine remained puzzled by the mystery.

So much had happened that she hadn’t had time to examine that object.

At last, she reached her dimly lit bedroom. Elliot was still in the study, drinking and chatting with the men.

He looked so at ease… Kath was glad they had found people like them, without having to pretend all the time.

She walked straight to the bathroom, where the maid had recently prepared a bath for her.

Gathering her hair up, she undressed and sank into the water up to her neck, letting out a pleased sigh at how relaxing it felt.

Today had been a day to remember—especially that little incident where she almost bit down on and swallowed her Duke’s sausage… what a mortal sin.

Emerging from the bath, wrapped in a loose robe, she sat in front of the vanity, opened a small drawer, and pulled out the little chest, resembling a jewelry box.

She turned it over in her hands, inspecting every side, trying to force the lid… but nothing.

The finely crafted golden edges gleamed beautifully, as did the dark opal covering, but it remained stubbornly shut.

Then she considered the idea of blood. Hastily, she grabbed a needle and pricked her finger, letting a few drops fall onto the surface.

Immediately, a faint light glowed on the front, and a small depression began to form—shaping itself into a round keyhole.

Katherine lifted it to her eyes, examining it while sucking on her finger to stop the bleeding.

That shape, that color… they reminded her of another object—the necklace her sister had given to Elliot.

"What do I do now?" she murmured, placing the box, somewhat defeated, on the small table.

Just then, the door to her room opened.

Katherine picked up her brush and pretended to be busy, fully aware that her Duke was approaching. His dominant presence was instantly behind her, leaning down to inhale the scent of her neck.

His rough hands reached around from behind, slowly massaging her ample breasts over the soft fabric.

"Elliot, don’t even think about it. Wasn’t today’s little bite enough for you?" she warned, though she was thoroughly enjoying his attention. "Besides, this isn’t your room."

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