The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation – Chapter 58

Chapter 58: Seductive Lie

ALDRIC

An urgent report arrived from the patrol: they found the remains of the three men at the edge of the pack’s territory.

It’s obvious—they eliminated the witnesses.

“How did they get into the pack if they were supposedly exiled?” I asked the Alpha, who looked at me nervously.

“They… it seems they blended in with the traveling theater troupe that moves between packs. The guards didn’t properly inspect the caravan,” he answered, avoiding my gaze—the kind that screamed you’re an idiot managing your security.

“Alpha, I need the information you mentioned about the Altar,” Quinn suddenly spoke up.

It seemed like this time he hadn’t deciphered those damn words so easily.

“Now? But the ball…” he trailed off at my expression: I couldn’t care less about this ridiculous party.

I had attended for appearances, but I was dying to go and corner my Valeria.

“O-Of course, Guardian… I’ll be right back,” he stammered before standing up to open the door and leave.

I heard him nearby, speaking to a servant passing by in the hallway.

“A note for Mr. Quinn? From Miss Valeria? You must be mistaken, idiot! I’m sick of being surrounded by incompetents. Hand it over and do your job properly!”

I could clearly sense Quinn tensing beside me. I rose from my chair, stepping into the hallway. Hearing Valeria and Quinn in the same sentence made me want to kill someone.

“What’s going on?” I asked Garret, surprising him as he turned and handed me a note.

“Your Majesty, Miss Valeria sent this message with a servant,” he replied.

I said nothing. I opened the envelope, finding only a short message inside:

Altar of the Goddess — in my maiden’s handwriting.

“Very well. Thank you, Alpha,” I said, not waiting for a response as I walked toward her room, several unpleasant ideas already racing through my mind.

I opened her door and knocked hard on the central door, calling for her.

I repeated it twice until my rage got the better of me, and I kicked the wood until it splintered.

As I expected, the room was empty.

Valeria had disobeyed me, going out alone during the night—and I knew exactly where she was.

Crushing the note in my hand, I jumped out of her window, following the same path she had taken, her scent still lingering in the air.

I ran under the moon, tracking her.

She better have a damn good explanation for this.

Tonight, my mate will know me completely.

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VALERIA

Seductive Lie

I walked up to the majestic Altar, bending down to examine the inscriptions, circling the entire round base about a meter high.

No matter how I looked at it, nothing made sense—until some small letters, almost hidden in a corner beneath the overgrowth, caught my attention.

I memorized them because it was the only thing carved here in the language of the Dark Realm.

I tensed when I felt a presence lurking behind me, his intoxicating scent reaching my nose, carried by the breeze.

It couldn’t be.

How does he always find me? What kind of damn stalker gift is this?

“I’d like to know two things. Number one: what the hell are you doing here alone, in such a dangerous place at night? And two, Valeria—who was this note for?”

I turned to see him holding the crumpled note in his hand, showing me the message I had written for Quinn.

His eyes, sharp as steel, and his intimidating aura surrounded me, making my body tremble.

He was angry.

Very angry.

And if he found out I had wanted to meet Quinn alone in such a secluded spot, I knew he’d misinterpret it.

“I’m waiting, Valeria, and my patience is wearing thin,” he said, taking a step toward me. Then another. And another…

My mind worked furiously. I bit my lower lip, nervous.

“That note was for you, sir,” I lied, lowering my gaze. But his hand, strong as steel, gripped my chin, forcing me to meet his stare with no escape.

“Well, I’m here now. Tell me—why did you summon me to this place with so much secrecy? You told me you’d be resting, that I shouldn’t bother you…”

He knew.

Damn, he knew I was lying.

I was so screwed.

What do I do? How do I get out of this disaster? Think, Valeria, think!

Then the most absurd yet perfect solution crossed my mind:

I’ll distract him completely.

I removed his hand from my chin and stood on my tiptoes, wrapping my arms around his neck, pressing my breasts against his chest, my body seducing his, feeling heat spread inside me.

“Aldric… I’m having a crisis from the spell… I need your help. That’s why I called you here, away from prying eyes,” I whispered, caressing the back of his neck, trailing soft kisses along his strong jawline.

I didn’t have to fake my desire too much.

Goddess, this man smelled like pure sex—the kind that made your womb clench.

I wanted to taste him completely.

Definitely, this had to be the lust from that damn butterfly.

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Seductive Lie

“So, the spell and the butterfly… huh?” he growled, pulling me roughly against his massive, powerful body, one hand gripping my ass while the other tangled in my hair—dark, dangerous, intense… and sexy.

“Then I suppose I’ll have to do my part and satisfy your craving.”

“But first, you owe me several punishments, Valeria.”

I tensed at his threat.

Punishments?

He unfastened my cloak, letting it fall to the ground, leaving me in just the simple dress.

“Take off your panties and get on your knees—on the Altar of the Goddess,” he ordered dominantly, and I knew he wasn’t joking.

What?! On… on the Altar of the Goddess?!

Fake or not, this monument was sacred!

What is this horny lycan planning to do to me in front of Mother Moon?!