The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation by Luna Nova

---- "This wolf can sense you. You smell like him. Don't get too close." The words stayed between them, in their private bond. Rousse followed the Lord's stiff back to a distant table in the empty tavern. At that hour of the morning, not a soul was around, except the innkeeper who came over, eager to serve. "We don't want anything. And make sure no one interrupts us." Dracomir dismissed him with an order, scaring the poor man half to death. His presence terrified his guests.

"I'm going to get straight to the point," Draco said, staring into the pale eyes of that so-called "Zarek." "I want your slave, and I'm willing to pay well for her." He pulled a heavy pouch from his belt. It hit the table with a metallic thud. Shiny gold coins spilled across the surface. Rousse didn't even flinch. ---- "And what if I don't want to sell her?" he leaned forward, full of hostility. His senses scanned for a trap. But the Lord had come alone.

his virtues. Even as a slave, he'd been known for his rebellious streak. The moment he learned to defend himself, he swore never again to be anyone's easy prey. Rousse clenched his jaw. The urge to fight this arrogant wolf was growing stronger by the second. But someone else was

clear in his mind. What the hell was the little princess of Zarek up to? He wouldn't be able to follow her there to protect her like he did