The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation by Luna Nova

---- His mouth twisted, and a cruel retort burned on the tip of my tongue. But he had already poured his poison, planted his doubts in my heart. He turned and walked to the door, leaving me behind. My mind was a storm, overwhelmed by so much information, so much pain trapped within these four walls. "I think this would've been the perfect room for you." "You fucking bastard...!" I turned, seething with hatred, but he was already gone down the hallway.

My crimson pupils stared at the doorway, trying to slow my erratic, furious breath. Comparing me to those rapists was the worst insult I'd ever received. I didn't even understand why this room still existed, Every memory in here had to feel like a dagger in Dracomir's heart I hope he killed them slowly and in cold blood. I understood the whole situation of this realm more clearly now, and the decay of the vampire race.

nose. I thought of Marius and his people. They weren't bad... at least not from what I'd seen. Then a new idea surfaced in my mind. No werewolf would support Dracomir in a war against the other realm of his kind. They'd demand he get rid of me to secure the

eyes with fire and resolve. "Ill build an invincible army for you." I walked out of that chamber of horrors filled with determination. If that old bastard thought he could scare me

looking for a hidden place, away from curious eyes. I needed to summon my undead general. I just hoped Rousse had found something useful on the other side... Because war was knocking at