The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation by Luna Nova

---- "Hey, hey, let's all calm down," Cedrick stood in the middle like a referee. "I think we can all agree we came here to have some fun," he said as if their continents didn't have enough problems for them to come meddle in someone else's business. "So, Lord, how many people are your enemies in total?" he asked.

"In total total?" Dracomir raised a brow and did some math "Right now I'm everyone's enemy, because the other wolf fief is ---- just waiting for my answer to take a side." "And it's obvious you'll tell them you're staying with my daughter, and it's about time they know she's your Lady and your mate," Zarek added through his teeth. "No one wants that more than I do," he clarified in a wolfish voice, then gave them an estimate of the enemies.

the number out loud, even he thought it would be hard to face that many warriors. They looked strong, but still, it was like one to a thousand. "I'm going to recover what's left of my heart; I know which direction it is," Drakkar said without any frills. He was going to take down anyone who got

on the window ledge. "Hey, kid, don't underestimate Frederick's power," Dracomir looked at him and then at the Lycan King. ---- As if to say, "Aren't you going to stop your grandson? It's dangerous." But he saw Aldric didn't react at all. "He seems to have stolen the best spells from those witches; he's got

felt mortal danger close in on him. He had never felt so threatened. It happened in a breath. He barely had time to kick the armchair

and shredded it to splinters. ---- Pieces of his favorite armchair came apart like butter, and only he knew how hard that old wood was. What shape would his flesh-and-blood body be in if that attack had hit him? «What the