The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation – Chapter 69

Chapter 69 – A Spy in the Dark

THANE

I had never made such a precise decision in my life.

I never liked Darius’s extreme methods, but I could only follow his orders.

He was the one in charge, so I forced even more of his life force into that pup’s already weakened body, fully aware that he wouldn’t survive such an aggressive invasion.

I heard the entire translation of the Altar from the lips of that strange woman because my magic acted as the mediator within the boy’s body.

When the fighting began, I stayed in the crypt to maintain the portal spell—the one through which General Darius’s men had entered to fight.

Everything went to shit in a heartbeat.

Even though I wasn’t physically present, I still trembled in fear, watching everything through my shadow magic.

My mind was racing. The General was dead, and no one had survived.

Who the hell was that woman? I didn’t know exactly, but I quickly understood one thing: the Vampire King would be very interested in knowing what happened here.

And there was now a vacancy for General… one I could possibly fill.

I stood at the last passage, hidden in a corner they hadn’t noticed.

Both women were weak, and the greatest threat was unconscious.

I could strike now.

But then I saw them beginning to flee.

The she-wolf was carrying the other one, as if trying to protect her from something or someone.

Escaping from what? Or from whom?

A deafening roar echoed from somewhere in the distance, making me shudder in fear.

I didn’t hesitate another second. That woman who had killed the General was important—not just because of her powerful transformation, but because she could read the Altars.

If the Lycan King found her, he would kill her.

I had to erase the evidence of what happened here.

If she survived, she could still be captured later.

Taking the risk, I stepped through the portal into the basement and, within seconds, opened my small satchel, pulling out the enchanted flame beetles.

They devoured the bodies, reducing them to ashes as they self-destructed in the process.

I left the child’s body untouched—some small attempt to soothe my conscience.

Then, I ran back toward the shadow-filled passage and threw myself into it, sealing it forever behind me.

Sweating and trembling with fear, I knew it—if I had hesitated even a second longer, Aldric Thorne would have grabbed my legs and torn me to pieces.

I must escape these damned lands.

I’ve drained too much of my magic.

I need to reach His Majesty and deliver the good news… no matter what.

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CELINE

This was complete madness, and I knew it all too well.

I had always been the one to analyze risks and benefits, yet I had acted purely on impulse.

The reckless, foolish decision was taking its toll—I couldn’t surface.

I hadn’t imagined the water’s force would be so brutal.

Being wounded and clutching Valeria as if my life depended on it didn’t help either—in fact, it was slipping away.

My lungs burned.

The oxygen was running out, and for a moment, I even thought of letting her go—she would drown with me anyway.

Bubbles of air burst from my mouth as my body struck a massive submerged rock.

The current was growing stronger, pulling us toward another drop—one that would truly be our grave.

Valeria’s black hair floated before my eyes in the few moments I managed to open them.

Darkness crept into my senses.

I stopped fighting.

And just when I thought I couldn’t hold on any longer, a powerful body seized her and dragged me along too, through the icy waters.

Cough, cough, cough.

I rolled onto the riverbank where I was thrown, struggling to pull air into my lungs, coughing up water violently.

My entire body was weak, aching, and wounded… but I was alive.

And right beside me, I saw him—Aldric, in his human form, crouched over Valeria, who lay unconscious on the grass.

My blood ran cold.

I hadn’t expected him to reach us so quickly.

For a brief second, I had hoped it would be my brother.

Had Valeria returned to normal?

I clutched my chest, trying to steady my breath, thinking of the consequences, believing that any moment now, he would rise in fury and rip her head off.

But that wasn’t what happened.

“Baby, please… wake up.

Valeria, come on, love… don’t do this to me again.

Wake up, little one…”

His voice broke in a way I had never heard before.

I shifted slightly, watching him handle her so carefully, and I exhaled in relief as I noticed the changes—she had returned to her normal form.

It was obvious to anyone that the King favored his maiden.

I could even smell it on her… like they’d had sex.

But that wasn’t the shocking part.

What caught me off guard was watching Aldric clutching her desperately, pressing her to his chest, slicing open his palm to feed her, whispering words of love as he begged her to return.

“Wait, Your Majesty! Your blood is toxic for her!” I blurted out, realizing the danger too late.

“No.

Valeria can drink it.

Don’t tell anyone,” he replied coldly, not breaking his gaze from her as he continued feeding her.

The King’s maiden began to stir, swallowing the powerful lycan blood he offered.

At this point, nothing about Valeria shocked me anymore.

How much did the King really know about his lover’s… peculiarities?

I watched them from the corner of my eye, tearing down some vines to cover my nakedness while Aldric leaned closer, kissing her forehead and whispering something against her ear.

The cold, cruel Lycan King had clearly fallen under the spell of this dark, powerful woman.

Now that I reflect on everything that happened, a growing sense of dread grips me.

I immediately mind link my brother, scanning my surroundings.

A sudden gust of wind made me tense, barely giving me time to react before I was pinned by the neck against a tree.

“S–Sire…”

My entire body trembled in fear, and the suffocating pressure returned to my throat.