The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation – Chapter 118

Chapter 118

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A dark hand suddenly muffled my mouth, and an icy presence enveloped my back, yanking me forcefully into a vortex of darkness.

Panic filled me as I tried to resist, but my strength was fading.

My body was too saturated, and no matter how powerful my innate abilities were, I was still a novice.

“VALERIA!” Three desperate shouts echoed in my mind, but my eyes remained fixed on the Lycan now charging toward my position at the edge of the cliff.

“The Lycan King, this time, I win again. This woman doesn’t belong to you—she’s mine and my people’s. Since you despise abominations, I’m sending her back to her Realm,” a vile voice hissed behind me as the pulling force swallowed me into an unknown place.

“Valeria, no, no… VALERIA!”

Their roars echoed in my mind until I couldn’t sense anything anymore.

My eyes closed as I was consumed by the void.

I silently bid him farewell, not knowing if I would ever see him again.

Before losing consciousness completely, I caught a glimpse of something furry carrying a human figure as they leapt into the teleportation portal after me.

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ALDRIC

“VALERIA! VALERIA!” I kept shouting into the void at the edge of the abyss.

She slipped through my fingers again—they had taken away the one I loved most, right in front of me.

It was all my fault.

I fell to my knees, howling at the Goddess above, filled with pain and resentment.

What kind of cruel trick of fate was this?

Why did Valeria look like that?

Was she truly a creature of the Dark Realm?

Had she been deceiving me all this time, right under my nose, without me realizing it?

Even Celine—was she one of them too?

I couldn’t believe it.

But Azarot was the first to admit that we had been harming the one person we loved in this life—the one we claimed to be protecting.

I got up desperately, stumbling toward the woman’s body lying on the ground.

As I approached, I shifted back into my human form.

With trembling, bloodstained hands, I turned her over.

I clenched my teeth in fury when I realized it was nothing but a lifeless decoy—a dummy I had been defending while attacking my true mate.

Grabbing the fake black hair of the doll, I began walking back toward the pack.

Someone would pay in blood for this carefully orchestrated trap.