The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation – Chapter 92

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anxious.

Aaahh! she suddenly screamed.

What happened? Celine, what happened?! Damn it! I shouted, running forward despite the danger.

My foot nearly got stuck in a plank that snapped in half.

Suddenly, I went from the wooden planks to the cold, solid stone.

What happened to you?! I rushed over, scanning our surroundings for danger.

“Sorry, I just wanted to add a little more drama to the moment,” she said, shrugging as she stood safely at the base of the ruins.

“For fuck’s sake! How can you joke like that in a situation like this?!”

“Did you bring extra underwear, Quinn? I mean, because there’s a weird smell coming from you,” I suddenly heard Valeria’s voice, apparently awake now.

She and Celine started laughing, and despite everything, I couldn’t help but smile too.

“You two are a perfect match—damn my luck. If you’re strong enough to mock your poor pack mule, get down already, Mother of Crows,” I said, helping her off my back.

If there’s one thing that brings hearts and wills together, it’s sharing secrets and having the same goals. That’s how trust and true alliances are born.

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VALERIA

“You guys are injured. I think you’d better heal quickly before we face the next monster,” I said, and we all looked at the ancient ruins of what seemed to be an abandoned castle.

“I still feel really weak. I don’t think I’ll be able to summon that power again anytime soon,” I admitted.

I was barely holding on. My whole body trembled, and my back ached as if I’d been stabbed twice in the shoulder blades.

My nails, my gums—everything hurt like hell.

“Alright, let’s sit for a bit on those rocks.”

“I’m fine; I’ll feed Celine with my blood,” Quinn said, and we did just that.

I collapsed onto the ground, trying to catch my breath.

“Valeria, you’re amazing! You went like this, and then like that—wham!” Celine, now full of vitality after feeding, began to reenact everything I had done, her eyes sparkling with admiration.

I couldn’t lie—just this once, it felt really nice to be the hero instead of the damsel in distress.

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After a short rest, we decided to move on.

We followed a stone path lined with withered hedges.

The stench of decay and rotting plants overwhelmed our senses.

Before long, we stood in front of wide stairs, some of their stones missing, leading up to a massive, old wooden door.

We climbed up and prepared to push it open and enter the castle that seemed to have come straight out of our worst nightmares.

“Well, guys, fingers crossed we finally find the altar without any more surprises,” Celine said, and we all nodded.

We placed our hands on the rotting wood and pushed with all our strength.

The eerie creak of rusted hinges echoed into the night, inviting us to step inside—or to flee.