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.

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 in the middle of a war, and the enemy had grown tired of waiting. The war

would not forgive them. "DRACOMIR, YOU AND YOUR WHORE WILL

which Alpha to obey. Chaos took over everything. "TF YOU'RE NOT WITH ME,

suicide, even asa lycan. He moved to 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 him just as he tried to bite her clothes to drag her away. "Victoria, no one will take our side! We have no support -I won't