The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation by Luna Nova

---- They caught Celia's falling body midair. Her waist, head, and legs were held with incredible gentleness -the same way Rousse used to touch her. The general landed hard in the square, standing in a cloud of dust beside the massive vine. "Get out of her! Let her go!" Victoria saw him shout at the witch, as he cradled her in his arms and gently laid her down. Rousse was trembling, his eyes wild and full of a fear she had never seen in him.

Meridiana's shadow finally left Celia's body, which dropped to the side, exhaling her final breath. In the midst of the chaos, Rousse held his woman tightly against him, lifting her, hugging her so hard it was as if he wanted to bury her inside his chest forever. "T can't lose you too... can't..." He pressed her head against his chest, burying his face in the crook of her neck. Meridiana felt something wet dripping continuously down her skin- Rousse was crying.

behind his once-dry eyes. She clung to him, calming him, comforting him-even though she was the one who'd just survived the fall. She felt the shadows shift in his mind-he remembered everything. He was in shock, but sadly, that moment of intimacy and grief wouldn't last. They were still

his daughter's body desecrated-he would not forgive them.

Chaos took over everything. "TF YOU'RE NOT WITH ME, THEN YOU'LL DIE WITH THOSE TRAITORS!" Frederick's voice boomed as he pointed at them, feeling invincible, while the horde of those fake lycan spawns poured through the doors and windows. Dracomir and his wolf knew they had

lift his mate onto his back-the four of them were gathered in the square, but there was still one exit left. "No, no, my Lord!" Victoria stopped