The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation – Chapter 114

Chapter 114

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VALERIA

“I’ll show you right now what I can do,” I snarled, turning and launching myself at her with all the rage I had been bottling up inside.

I felt my body giving in to the power of transformation.

I didn’t resist it—I simply let the killer instinct within me take over.

I was a superior being.

I remembered that now, and I would never again let an insect like Sophia rise above me.

Images of all the good I had done for her, of her betrayal at a party, in my marital bed, swirled in my mind.

My thoughts were trapped in the past, tangled and confused, screaming for blood and vengeance.

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ALDRIC

I walked through the forest, following Valeria’s scent, though it faded at times, which worried me deeply.

The hunt for that vampire had been fruitless.

We found no solid evidence, but there were signs that those bloodsuckers had crossed the borders again.

I feared for my mate’s safety.

The thought of something happening to her terrified me.

Feeling her far from the house and unable to contact Quinn or Celine set off every alarm in my heart.

“Your Majesty! Help, help!”

A woman suddenly emerged from the trees—the older one who managed the packs.

“What happened?!” I ran toward her, dread creeping into my chest.

“We were attacked by that vile creature near a cliff we left behind. Look, that thing injured my grandson’s arm!”

She showed me a nasty scratch on the pup’s arm as he sobbed uncontrollably.

“Your mate, my King, the Queen, she…” She burst into tears, unable to finish her sentence.

“What happened to Valeria?! Speak, damn it!” I grabbed her shoulders, shaking her violently.

“She defended us. It seems she was also walking in the woods. I ran to get help, but she… I fear it may be too late. That creature attacked her…”

I didn’t think twice.

Terror and fury overwhelmed me, the same emotions I felt when my family was mutilated.

“I smell her ahead, but also smell blood. Everything’s a blur—run, Aldric, run!” Azarot roared desperately in my mind.

My skin turned to fur, my human feet to animal paws.

I sprinted at full speed and then I saw it.

Through the dense fog and an atmosphere drenched in malice, a creature of darkness—an assassin vampire—was strangling a woman, holding her high in the air by her neck.

Her feet trembled, suspended in the void as she was strangled, her back to me.

Blood trickled down her claw-scarred arms, and her black hair whipped in the wind.

She wore the same dress as my Valeria.

My mate, right before my eyes, was being murdered.

Blinded by rage, I let out a deafening roar that shook the night and charged toward the cliff, cutting through the fog.

I would not let history repeat itself.

I would save Valeria no matter what and rip that damn vampire’s heart from her chest.

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VALERIA

A furious roar tore through the night, breaking my focus on Sophia for a moment.

It had to be Dorian—that bastard was coming to finish me and my child, to erase the evidence of our existence.

But this time, it wouldn’t be me who fell off that cliff and died.