The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation by Luna Nova

---- Edmund didn't answer right away, taking a moment to process everything Sorcerers were born with magic; they didn't rely on outside power. But then he remembered the force that had once destroyed his daughter. Back then, Aidan had brought two shards of that cursed magic... and scattered them to the wind. They had flown across the sky-who knows where. These vampires said the elemental magic was sealed in ice. Edmund suddenly wondered...

what if one of those shards accidentally crossed into the vampire realm? Then... where did the other one go? His mind searched and searched, until a gut feeling punched him in the chest. He'd felt something once, when he visited the beastmen's continent... waves of strong, strange magic. But the Sorcerer King frowned when he remembered where exactly ... the Drakmor Mountains. Savage, bloodthirsty, and deadly creatures that only Aidan Walker ---- had ever been able to understand... and now...

not even him anymore... Wait. Maybe that was the key to creating a real plan! "T saw what you did with the guard you killed. You were controlling him after he died. How the hell did you do that?" Edmund questioned the blond vampire, staring into those cunning crimson eyes. His brain gears turning at full speed. "It's a spell Victoria taught me... but I'm nowhere near as strong as her," Marius admitted quietly. "And I'm running low on magic.

had stolen from the ice crystal. "Can you pull off one last trick?" Edmund asked. 'Marius considered it. He didn't have many options. He knew this sorcerer wasn't stupid-but neither was he. "T can try. Which corpse do you want me to control?"

vibrant energy pouring into my soul. Lying on my side, I pulled him even closer, sighing, knowing I could never go back to his palace. 'There was no way I could ever look Isabella in the eyes again-not after what I'd done. Not

was on top of his sexy, naked body, tangled together under the moonlight "Tell me, little Selenia... how can I help you find the portal

never dare ask him to. With a bleeding heart, I parted my lips-though they didn't want to speak.