The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation

---- And with that, she disappeared through the walls with her mist spell. I was left a little speechless. Rousse had suffered? When? But I couldn't argue with her. I admitted that sometimes I went too far. It wasn't my intention to involve anyone. I trusted my power. But still, I knew they would worry and step in. Rousse felt indebted to my father. I flopped onto the hard bed of the old room to think about my current situation. Still, my damn mind kept drifting back to him.

hated that he meant so much to me. "I'm going to eat," I grumbled, leaving my room just as I heard Rousse's door open too. "Going to have dinner?" he asked, and I nodded. "I'll join you and bring an extra plate up." ---- "Of course, your girlfriend has to eat," I teased. "Miss, please, stop... she's going to get upset," he mumbled, clearly embarrassed "And you really don't want her angry, trust me. She's a real beast He raised a brow, confused, but I didn't explain.

Something told me he'd have to face his "wife" head-on in the future anyway. cereees That night, we ate in the tavern's cantina, which had livened up a bit with some werewolf guests. They all stared at me in different ways, but no one dared approach with intimidating Rousse at my side. That is, until a few drunk ones came over, offering to pay for a song to liven up the night. "We'll buy a few minutes of your slave," said one of them, half- bald.

"Vampires usually have good voices." "I don't think that's-" "Sir... if you allow it, I can sing," I interrupted. ---- "Rousse, don't be so boring," I huffed, walking over to the wooden bar. They even helped me climb up. I loved singing. Females of my race often wove compulsion into their songs to enchant their poor victims. "Sing us something nostalgic! requested. the one who had paid Rousse "Gentlemen, for you, my favorite song..." But my cheery mood and intro were cut off in an instant.

A group of rough-looking males walked into the tavern, freezing the entire room. "M-My Lord, I didn't know you'd be visiting this humble inn," the owner nearly pissed himself upon seeing the Lord among his warriors. There were five impressive wolves, and of course, the Beta, who spoke up. "Bring us the best your kitchen has to offer," he ordered, tossing some generous coins.noveldrama

---- The guests began standing up, clearing the place to make room for him I tried hard not to look at him, but I knew from the moment he walked in that he hadn't taken his eyes off me. "Well, I guess it'll have to be another time," I muttered bitterly. "There's no need to leave or stop on our account. If you were going to sing, then sing," he even had the damn nerve to order me. Sitting down with his men at a discreet comer table. The whole room was tense, everyone stiff in their seats.

"I don't want to disturb your lordship..." "That wasn't a suggestion," he said, his gaze burning into me. "If you were about to sing for all these men who paid for your service, then sing already... your master gave you permission." Arrogant. Idiot. Bastard I'm going to sing "The Killer Cobra" and hope my venom poisons you to death, damn lycan! "This song is dedicated to the most important man in my life... Zarek."