The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation by Luna Nova

---- 241. AN INVINCIBLE ARMY FOR MY LORD VICTORIA He kept telling me about the past... « Dracomir had been lured into this room ever since he was a pup. When he realized they weren't just harmless games in exchange for forbidden candy for slave boys, he went to tell his mother. He believed she could protect him. I still remember the day I found him crying and shaking in the hallway. He'd followed his mother's trail and found her in the general's chambers.

He saw her darkest secret and the twisted things she did to keep him safe. Dracomir learned early on about the sacrifices it took to survive inside this monster of stone and iron. And he kept quiet, hid it, and endured the abuse as a blood slave. Until one day, when he was around twelve... it was his mother who caught him... in this very room.» His words dragged me into gut-wrenching memories. ---- I don't even know how Draco has been able to accept me, knowing I'm a vampire.

Now I understand why he panics every time I try to feed from him. "His... his mother... what happened to her?" My voice trembled. "She lost control that day," he said with a sigh. «Her agreement with the general was meant to protect Dracomir, and obviously, being raped by the Lord's three eighteen-year-old daughters was not protection. She lost her mind that day and rushed to defend her pup. Who knows what she found in this room.

of us to the square. Dracomir was tied to one of the posts and forced to watch everything.» "They... they

of us... until she bled out, staring straight into her child's eyes." "No... no..." I covered my mouth as the tears rolled down my cheeks. The image of a young Dracomir witnessing something

of him. Dracomir was no longer that spirited little boy. He became withdrawn, bitter, cold... always scheming." "Scheming for rebellion," I finished his sentence, and he nodded. "Plotting how to escape his fate," he added, "until he finally did." He cut the story off suddenly, and I felt that many final details were missing