The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation by Luna Nova

---- 257. ROUSSE'S PAST VICTORIA Iwas losing hope. How much more did I have to suffer in front of Dracomir for him to choose me? Was the spell cast over him truly invincible? Icould already feel the flames burning close to my body, those beasts screaming below, full of hate and evil. All I could do was stare at him with my soul clenched in a fist, thinking that if he let them burn me alive... I wouldn't forgive him. No matter how much pain it brought, this time, I wouldn't let it go.

Of course I could free myself, I wouldn't risk everything if I didn't have a way out, but he was the key I wanted to escape this injustice. "You're gonna burn, and there won't bea trace left of your filthy body, you dark creature!" 'That old woman's voice rang beside me, pure venom-and she didn't even know she was already daughterless. ---- "We'll see who burns..." Imuttered through my teeth, and she hesitated for a second, staring at me, but she didn't see me as a threat.

She lowered the torch and the fire crackled as the shavings below caught flame. But at that moment, I heard the roar I had been waiting for. "DO NOT DARE TO HURT MY MATE!" Tlooked up at the balcony, where my wild man jumped like a beast. His body shifted midair into a massive Alpha wolf... Dracomir's spirit animal. He'd broken free. Everything happened too fast. The aura of the pack leader expanded like a wave, forcing them all to their knees.

The wooden boards shook under his weight, standing on all ---- fours he was nearly my size. Fierce and beautiful. I loved him. He didn't waste time on words-his rage exploded when he ripped Aghata's arm clean off, making her

to the ground, peeing herself, begging, trying to justify her so-called good deeds from the past. But of course, Mr. Fenir wasn't just going to watch. "AGHATA!" I heard him roar, and turned to look at him. He clutched his chest in a suspicious gesture. He was going to do something, and I couldn't let him!

Beside me, a scream of agony echoed, and I watched Aghata's head roll across the soot-stained wooden floor. Alan's jaws dripped with her blood, his wolf eyes locked on mine. I paused for only a second, wanting to run to him, but a

heard Rousse cry out, as a white wave of energy from that old man blasted "Celia's" body off that deadly height. "NO!" I shouted, running without hesitation. If the body she