The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation by Luna Nova

---- 223. NOW YOU'RE MY SLAVE NARRATOR She could almost hear the sigh of relief Dracomir let out. "I prepared a contract... you'll sign it with your blood." The Lord hadn't wasted any time. Rousse didn't say a word. He just took the parchment and examined it. His name wasn't Zarek, and Victoria didn't belong to any realm in this world. "All right, seems fair.

I just want to add that I hand her over willingly and hope to trade with your fortress in the future." He pretended to gain more from the deal, like any noble would. He bit the tip of his finger and stamped his bloody print next to the fake name. "Ill make sure you're welcomed, but I don't want you anywhere near my slave." Dracomir emphasized the my with a threatening hiss. Those wolfish pupils shot Rousse one last warning glance ---- before leaving the tavern.

with him. He hadn't been able to sense his animal side. But real or fake, no one was taking Victoria from him. Rousse watched him storm out and then casually gathered up the coins

thinking about all the things he'd buy for his little witch, while Victoria played the part of the self-sacrificing slave. array Draco found his Beta waiting at the tavern's entrance. "Sir, just like you ordered, the horses are ready, and the men are set. ---- "Good.

Miss Celia insisted on returning with us." "Damn it..." Draco muttered under his breath, annoyed. She wasn't the kind of woman you could just shake off like a pesky fly. Celia was the daughter of two people far too important to him "Then escort her carriage and don't say a word about any of this," Dracomir said with a final glance, watching him