The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation by Luna Nova

---- 261. ONE LAST TRICK NARRATOR "That man is getting away, I can't let him escape!" Alan roared, raising his snout to catch a glimpse of Frederick's cloak as he retreated. The massive wolf had climbed to the top of the thorny vines, standing beside Victoria. He licked her cheek gently, and Draco told her to stay safe behind the army. "No, I'm going with you!" The vampire's red eyes glowed with determination.

"No, my love, that man is dangerous, he's full of tricks!" Dracomir didn't want to expose her. "Look at me, wolf, look at me!" She grabbed the soft fur at the sides of his cheeks. Alan's intense eyes stared at her with obsession. If something happened to his mate, he would die with her. "Pm not weak, little wolf. 'm a warrior like you, Alan. I will fight by your side, my Lord!" she growled, baring her fangs.

They had to admit Victoria had more balls than the warriors from her realm, who were now watching from the walls. From a distance, of course, so they wouldn't get caught in the ---- crossfire, "Fine, but stay close to me. And if anything happens..." "Nothing bad is going to happen." Victoria kissed the tip of his nose and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I promise... Pll protect you," she added with a faint smile on that sexy mouth. Alan was lovestruck.

pretending to be hurt just to be "rescued" like a damsel. But sadly, this wasn't the time for romance. Every second could cost them dearly. "Then we're in your hands, my love," Dracomir replied, and Alan licked her neck, sniffing her, feeling how alive she

on his back. Gripping his fur with both hands, Victoria mounted her wolf and was lifted onto his broad back. ---- "General, you're leading the army!" she shouted to Rousse, who nodded from the rear line. Rousse stayed behind, swords

Years of effort from Frederick, so many men and witches sacrificed... all gone in under an hour. And the one responsible for his downfall was now riding her mate, heading down the wide hallways, chasing the trail of

direct order hit her. Rolling her eyes, she swung her leg over and leapt forward as Alan stormed into the room of the man he once considered "his father." Victoria saw him stop at the

And Frederick... did not disappoint. 'They found him standing, staring out the large window, his back to them. The room was a mess, wrecked from what looked like a fit of rage. Victoria's eyes landed on an old box thrown to the side. The runes carved into the wood didn't bode well; they looked way too much like necromancy runes used by her father. When Alan moved to attack,