The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation by Luna Nova

---- The claws reached the surface of my pulsing chest and started ---- to tattoo, slowly and deliberately, the name of my woman. Only three letters, Just a few strokes, and still it felt like eternity, Golden sparks exploded with each bloody curve and rune, every incantation. It used my own magic to merge the spell. Like a ravenous vortex, it drained my winter essence. I felt how, with each letter, Nyx's life and mine were tied in unbreakable knots of fate.

A pact of death and love-if she didn't exist, I didn't either. And I was more than grateful for that. I couldn't live without her. I wouldn't survive... not again. "AAAGGRRR!!!" I screamed in silence. My anchor was the tiny woman beneath me. Golden runes glowed on her skin. She was whispering spells that faded from my mind, too numb from pain. My blood spilled over her and soaked the sheets. ---- Everything was so vivid, so cruel... and so fucking incredible.

hole in my chest spread uncontrollably. Freezing the edges wasn't enough. I needed my heart-my life force was slipping away. The little winter magic I had left kept circulating; Theo moved like mad, feeding me power. My whole body turned pale, frozen, stiff-I could barely

My head was lifted so far back I thought my neck might snap. That ethereal face, formless and terrifyingly beautiful, stared down at me. Its mouth drew closer to mine, barely visible under the

shadowy mouth pressed to mine, and the magic entered my body. I felt that hand again, diving into the hole in my chest and returning my magical heart. A heart that now felt heavier, bound by the same golden chains that

back to life, blinking through the haze, panting Where blood had once poured, now I was drenched in sweat. The unbearable exhaustion