The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation by Luna Nova

---- "Okay, and the rest of the boxes?" I asked, tossing that piece-of- shit dress back into the hideous box. "I think... well, I heard they're for Miss Celia." She lowered her head, maybe expecting me to explode like some bitter lover. "It's fine, don't worry. Just one last question-where are her quarters? I mean... so I can thank her..." Before leaving, she told me clearly. I raised an eyebrow and curled my lips with mischief.

Seriously, if they thought I was going to fall for these pathetic, low-quality tricks, they could already kiss my ass. That dress might impress a poor little vampire with no clothes, but not me-I was dressed in silk since the day I was born. And let's not forget, they probably expect that after they humiliate me, I'll go crying to Dracomir, But the one who's going to pay for this little game will be that bratty girl. "Celita, Celita and your dear mommy Agatha, sweethearts...

by the time you started playing, I had already walked that path a ---- thousand times." I closed the box and hid it behind the wardrobe. I also locked the room door to make sure no one would notice my absence. Then I summoned my magic and turned into mist, flowing out the window in search of hers. It wasn't hard to find her tower-through the glass, I could see mountains of shopping bags. I slipped in with the breeze and appeared behind a tall full-length mirror anchored in the corner.

don't worry. When the time comes, I'll say she got confused." Vicious little bitches, both of them. Just like I figured, they had this whole plan to embarrass me and blame it on my maid. Once Celia was alone, she started undressing to take a bath, but through a gap I saw

to lift her boobs. She looked at it with red cheeks. Shy little thing. I'd bet my head she

dead. "And I will finish you... but first, let's have a little fun." I thought, pulling out a stunning burgundy dress-low-cut, daring,

forgot the best part." I took the lingerie set and replaced the box exactly where it was, just as I heard her getting out of the tub. I stood on the window ledge, the breeze sweeping