The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation – Chapter 120

Chapter 120

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“I don’t know anything, Your Majesty! I just thought I saw Valeria being attacked by that vampire. I ran away in fear because she injured my grandson!” She fell to her knees, crying and begging.

“Bring me the boy. I’ll examine his wound!” I ordered the warriors, who immediately went to fetch him.

“I sent him to the central pack—he was too scared!” she suddenly shouted, her entire body reeking of fear.

“Just grab her by the neck and squeeze the damn truth out of her!” Azarot growled impatiently, baring his fangs in rage.

I was about to follow my primal instincts when someone appeared with the boy.

“Your Majesty, I can tell you the whole truth about Valeria’s past and what this woman is hiding. She’s a traitor and a harpy.”

“Shut up! What are you doing here? You—what…?!” I lunged at the shrieking old woman, grabbing her by the neck and lifting her into the air with one hand, sinking my claws into her throat.

“If you don’t shut up, I’ll rip out your tongue and make you swallow it. Think carefully—you won’t be able to defend yourself after that.”

She stared at me in terror, her hands clawing at mine.

I threw her to the ground, where she landed with a painful thud, crying out in agony.

“Who the hell are you? Tell me everything you know right now. All of you—tell me the truth about what’s going on, or I swear by the Goddess I’ll slaughter you with my own claws!”

“Your Majesty, my name is Sophia. I was the lover of the former Alpha of this pack, Dorian—the son of this woman and Valeria’s ex-mate. This boy is my younger brother. He is not Dorian’s son at all,” she began, her words unraveling the truth Valeria had fought so hard to hide, to conceal the fact that she killed that bastard Alpha because he was a creature of the Dark Realm.

“Fearing her position as pack leader was threatened, this woman took advantage of my family’s misfortune in another pack where we lived. I brought her to the hut where they were, begging her to accept them into the pack for old time’s sake. But when she saw my younger brother, who looks a lot like me, she devised a plan. She made me return with him, claiming he was Dorian’s secret son, ensuring she had a grandson to continue the bloodline and maintain control of the pack from behind the scenes, as she always had.”

“That’s a lie, Your Majesty! It doesn’t make sense! How could I fool everyone into thinking the pup had Dorian’s scent? How could I just take a child from his mother and kidnap him like that?!”

The two of them started shouting at each other.

I signaled for them to bring me the boy, who was crying. He was terrified of me, but I didn’t care—I needed to see the wound on his arm.

How could I have been so stupid? It was clearly the work of werewolf claws—or rather, a she-wolf’s.