The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation by Luna Nova

Chapter 1127

---- 108. SECRET CONSPIRACY NARRATOR "what happened, Dalila?" a man woke up beside her, his hair silvered with age, his eyes a vibrant blue. "aron, she's here," she said, gazing into her mate's worried eyes. "Someone made a magical soul resonance with Theo. Aidan has another chance." Aron, the Druid of the Winter Men, looked genuinely astonished. Aidan wasn't just the prince of this continent, he was also his successor. In fact, the student had surpassed the master.

Not all Winter Men could manifest their magic outside their bodies. Theo was one of a kind, the living proof of Aidan's inner strength. "I must inform the queen," Dalila said quickly, getting out of bed to get dressed. "How did you know? Did the Goddess reveal it to you in a dream?" he asked his mate, the Priestess of the Centurias. Fate had a funny way of working. These two elders from rival clans ended up being mates after centuries of feuds. ---- "No, it wasn't the Goddess...

Isabella. She's awake, but she doesn't want many people to know yet. I need to contact her sister Lisa quietly," she added with a heavy sigh. They looked at each other in silence for a moment. No words were needed. They both knew exactly why the sorceress princess had called for Dalila. "We have to help that female. Her name is

blame him?" Aron muttered under his breath. "If I lost you, I wouldn't want a replacement either." "Theo may have found his magical soul mate. But what about Vlad? Will that Alpha let go of the faded bond with his mate? He's the one who recognized Isabella as his companion." Aron thought about how Aidan must be feeling inside. Sometimes being that powerful came with a price. 'The prince himself

The Priestess's steps echoed alongside the clack, clack, clack of her magical staff. ---- She always walked with it. Fools thought she needed it because she was a millennia-old crone ... but those who really knew her understood she just

or I'm walking in and catching you mid-nastiness!" she barked, banging her staff harder against the wood. She didn't need keen hearing to know they hadn't heard