The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation by Luna Nova

---- There it stood, rising over the black bricks: The Pyre of the Condemned. Abonfire that hadn't been used in years... now occupied by a woman surrounded by an enraged crowd. My heart stopped when I saw her, hands tied behind the thick post, completely defenseless. She lifted her head, and her red-tinted eyes met mine across the distance-sad, screaming at me in silence. 'The wind whipped her brown hair violently. The storm was rumbling above us, thunder already roaring in the distance...

but the worst was inside me. Memories of her were fighting to break through my mind, but I gripped my neck, hissing, losing control. "Don't resist, or you'll mash your brain. This is necessary. It's right. You will ally with the werewolf fief. I shouldn't have left it up to you." My father's voice echoed beside me, implacable... «No, no, he's not your father!» ---- A voice roared through the fog. When Aghata's hateful shouts rang out, I looked back at the sacrificial altar.

the threat... Something inside me kept tormenting me, pushing, ripping through muscles and bones, tearing at every fiber of my soul. She never once looked away from me.

Avoice stronger than the

itself mid-flight. Ididn't shift into a lycan... but into something buried deep in my instincts. Amassive, untamed Alpha wolf, with fangs and claws fully out. The magical shackle snapped from my neck. Red sparks from shattered runes floated in the air. Before the fire could reach my beloved, my wolf lunged onto the platform and ripped Aghata's torch

splatter across my snout and fangs. Today, blood would run because I could remember everything! They took my will from me, manipulated my gratitude, preyed on the feelings of an orphan boy. ---- Frederick unlocked the vampires' collar just to put his own on me; to use my lycan power for his own convenience and be the true