The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation by Luna Nova

---- Rousse was waiting in the shadows, ready to carry out his part of the plan. But he was more restless than ever. He had never agreed with Meridiana risking herself by possessing Celia's body just to get close to that bastard. His senses were always attuned to the surface, so the moment Victoria gave the order, he didn't hesitate to summon his power and appear behind the villain.

Frederick was so consumed by the imminent death of his wife that he didn't notice the changes in his daughter, or how she pulled out a weapon to strike him. He was shocked to feel a presence suddenly appear behind him -he thought the witches' restrictions were still active in the realm. "What the...?! CELIA?!" He tried to pull away to save himself, unaware that the woman he held in his arms was no longer his "sweet" daughter.

With a sword at his back and a dagger at his chest, it seemed the villain of this story was about to meet his inglorious end. ---- But in the middle of the ambush, Meridiana, seeing through Celia's eyes, spotted the magic pendant that slipped out from inside Frederick's shirt. She knew it well, it was the most powerful protection of her former mistress. 'Watch out, Rousse!" She screamed in panic, falling to the floor and trying to step back, but it was too late.

from his position. Rousse's attack sank into a cloud of cold mist, but what he saw through the haze froze him completely. Like in slow motion, he saw Meridiana falling off the edge, still inside Celia's body. She

was screaming from within, but she was inevitably falling into the abyss. ---- That image, losing his beloved, his mate, triggered memories in the general that had been forcefully buried. Arapid flashback showed him back when he was still a man full of vitality and kindness. He lived ina village tucked away in the mountains, a hidden refuge

workshop asking for two swords. Zarek was addicted to his mate's stews, he mooched food like he was starving at home. Their friendship soon caused trouble in the village, no one liked the idea of a vampire knowing where they

hunting to find his village in flames. The women had been

of familiar faces, of his friends, and felt he truly had sinned against his people. But when he reached his little wooden house, the door hanging off its hinges and flames licking the walls and roof, his world completely shattered. His mate, his pregnant wife, had been taken prisoner, along with the others, to the mansion of