The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation by Luna Nova

---- His jaw muscles were so tight, the veins were bulging through his skin. "She bears the mark of my house in a private place," Rousse answered. Thank the Goddess my father gave him a brain. He was a natural strategist. "Show me!" the Lord roared, snorting, glaring at the general's throat. This was a hair away from turning into a disaster. "Master, if the Lord insists so much..." I said, racking my brain for what the fuck to show him. "No! The tattoo is in a very intimate spot.

You will not show your private parts in front of another man." Rousse had fully embraced the role of my master and he was protecting me. Things were not going well. "Avery... intimate spot?" Oh, Goddess. That sounded more like a pre-massacre growl than a question. ---- "Sir, it's better to let this go. It's not worth making enemies with another werewolf realm over a sla... Lord!" I heard the woman's shout followed by a savage roar, and then a beast lunged at Rousse.

heard bones crack, and he staggered back-but he didn't fall He squared his shoulders, ready to fight the Lord head-on. This wasn't good. They could accuse us of defiance and lock us up. "Master, no...!" I screamed,

place myself right in front of him. ---- "VICTORIA, NO!" He shouted, grabbing my shoulders to push me aside. We were so fast that everything happening in

the last second, he swung his claws away and slammed them into a wooden

my Master if I had to. He's the only male who's worth it. Please, my Lord, leave us alone. I won't cause any more trouble in your realm." I said