The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation by Luna Nova

---- 259. A WOLF WITH A PURE HEART NARRATOR If Dracomir's jaw hadn't been so firmly attached to his skull, it would've dropped to the floor in shock. Through the cracks that shattered the entire ground and shook the fortress's foundations, some humanoid figures jumped out, screaming. "Dracomir... it's those degenerates!" Alan shouted too, stunned. 'They would never forget them, not even ina thousand years. So many emotions stirred inside his chest, rage took over...

until he realized they were just corpses. The heads that had been ripped off were now stitched back onto their shoulders with threads of fate. Undead, moved by some kind of powerful magic. The massive wolf looked up again at the woman high above. Standing tall, untamed, commanding with a guttural voice like a sinister symphony, the very men who had once made her life a living hell.

«I created an army for you» ---- That's what Victoria had told him, and both Dracomir's and Alan's chests swelled with pride. How many secrets did she keep hidden inside? His female was incredible, capable of setting him free, of being his shield and his sword. Capable of turning his worst fears, the enemies from his past, into warriors and slaves. Victoria lowered her gaze and looked at him through the smoke and chaos.

sigh that also carried the feelings of his human side. 'They needed to be close

free: «That time they were thrown to die in the bowels of the fortress

a hidden passage and used the tunnels he and Draco's father

if convulsing in a snowstorm. He could barely see

you! You have a pure soul, they'll hear your plea!" Frederick's voice sounded far away, but with the desperation of a dying man, Dracomir clung to that last hope. He prayed in his heart like never before. Born a slave... he had seen such horrors, his