The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation – Chapter 112

Chapter 112

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“I need… I need to walk for a bit. Please, let me think. My head is about to explode, okay? I’ll explain on the way,” I said, starting to wander aimlessly.

They followed silently as I summarized what had happened in the past.

They stayed quiet, likely processing the string of misfortunes in my life—pitying me, feeling sorry for me.

I looked up at the moon above me.

Goddess, I’m so tired—tired of lying, of being afraid, of hiding.

This isn’t living.

I didn’t know how long I walked, but I arrived somewhere, and when I looked up, my soul shattered completely.

I had forgotten how close this pack was to the cliff where Dorian threw me—where he ripped my baby from my womb and disfigured me.

“Guys, wait for me here. I’ll be up there—you can see me the whole time,” I said over my shoulder.

They had truly taken their roles as my guardians seriously.

They nodded as I climbed the steep path leading to that place filled with painful memories.

Step by step, I approached the edge until I sat down, gazing into the distance.

Something wet began rolling down my scarred cheek, burning as if it were molten fire.

An overwhelming sadness consumed my soul.

I buried my face in my hands, sobbing quietly, holding back the guttural cries of pain threatening to escape from deep within my chest.

It felt like my entire life had been a calamity.

What good was all this power if I had never been able to protect the things that truly mattered to me? My adoptive parents, my baby, and now my love for Aldric.

I wouldn’t give in to that woman’s blackmail.

I wouldn’t do it.

In fact, I would kill her—just like I killed her son.

I felt sorry for that pup—if he was even Dorian’s—but he wouldn’t be Alpha either.

This decision would lead me down one path.

The Lycan King would finally know who I really was, and we’d see just how strong his love was.

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QUINN

Hearing Valeria cry so heartbreakingly could crush anyone’s soul.

“Poor thing. She’s really had a tragic life. I never imagined her scars…” Celine trailed off beside me.

“I think the scars inside her hurt more than the ones on her face,” I replied with a sigh, giving her the space she needed to let it out.

“Quinn, I think it’s time to make a final decision. Valeria will probably have to leave this realm soon and escape Aldric,” Celine said, looking at me with serious eyes.

“We’ll go with her, wherever she goes. We’ll help her develop that power to heal you. Besides, I think this was the last Altar here, so there’s nothing tying us to this realm… Aldric is nearby,” I warned her, sensing the King’s presence not far away.

It was time to head back.

“But… what the hell?!” Celine suddenly exclaimed, looking up at where Valeria had been.

I quickly lifted my head too.

In mere seconds, a thick fog had engulfed the entire area, obscuring everything.

“Damn it, let’s go, let’s go!” I yelled as we rushed up the hill.

But out of nowhere, two vampires appeared to slow our path.