The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation – Chapter 79

Chapter 79 — VALERIA

Waiting for me at the edge of an open clearing surrounded by crumbling stone ruins—there he stood. The blue flag fluttered behind him at the top of the structure.

“So, the team captain managed to make it to the end,” he said mockingly, rising slowly from the stone he’d been sitting on.

The faint rays of sunlight danced across his irises, which shimmered between red and gray. His wolf was close to the surface—its presence undeniable as it bared its canines and snarled. I didn’t need my own wolf to see the threat before me.

I moved forward with caution.

This wasn’t someone I could overpower with force—strategy was my only chance.

I growled low, testing whether I might dart between his legs or find some weak point.

“Keep growling, kitten. You have no idea how hot it makes me to see you act all tough,” he said, his voice low and teasing as he shifted into a combat stance—legs flexed, arms ready.

“Come on, Captain. Let’s finish this.”

He spoke with venom when he mentioned the “valuable members” of my team. The jealousy in his voice was sharp.

But I refused to give in. I ran in a zigzag pattern, making him shift his focus back and forth. Then I spotted something—a small hole near the ruined wall’s base.

I bolted toward it.

For a moment, hope soared inside me. I could slip through and win this—but it was a fantasy.

I barely sensed the rush of air before powerful arms snatched me out of mid-sprint.

Aldric.

He pulled my wolf form tight against his chest, immobilizing me. The flag slipped from my grip, falling to the ground.

But I didn’t care. If Aldric didn’t want me to win, brute force wouldn’t get me anywhere. It was time for Plan Seduction.

I whimpered as though hurt. His arms loosened slightly.

“Don’t pretend, traitorous wolf. You know damn well I’d never hurt you,” he murmured, running his fingers through my dark fur.

I lifted my head and met his eyes with my most flirtatious look, blue wolf eyes soft and pleading.

“If you had chosen me, you would’ve won,” he whispered. “Why didn’t you put me on your team?”

I almost laughed. This powerful, stubborn man still carried that wounded pride like a boy. But I loved every part of him.

I licked his cheek gently and nestled into him like a spoiled pup.

“Come on… don’t be mean. Let me win,” I whispered.

His grip held me firmly, yet with undeniable tenderness. He buried his face in my neck fur, inhaling deeply, and for just a moment, I thought I had him.