The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation by Luna Nova

---- 278. EYES TO SEE YOU NARRATOR Things were arranged in a pretty crazy, laid-back way; even so, with the samples he'd had, Dracomir felt confident. He already felt victory in his hands... both "Victorias": the battle and his sensual vampire. Who would've thought that, in the end, he'd wind up dead inside because of that seductress who had him with his tongue hanging out and, speaking of death...

As they were heading out, with the sun just peeking over the horizon, the undead general appeared with his sorceress. Dracomir greeted them briefly near the walls. He had to organize his men, so he left them with Zarek, who was coming out through the castle gate. The prince had sensed him from kilometers away. As much as his face stayed as indifferent as always, in his head and his soul, he was on edge.

While he came down the broad steps at the fortress entrance, he saw him pass under the tall grates. ---- Rousse was holding the hand of a small woman wearing a bandage over her eyes His general's serious gaze found him at once, even among the soldiers on horseback passing by and the carts of weapons. Rousse was coming toward him, and Zarek moved forward too, meeting on the landing.

supposed to be calm because you left with Victoria, and then I find her doing indecent things with that lycan." Zarek's eyebrow lifted, pretending to speak coolly. "You didn't protect her from the worst threat..." "It was my fault, vampire prince.

have someone to defend you?" a snort slipped from the prince's lips. ---- Deep down, though, his eyes flashed with tangled feelings. He saw how Rousse looked at the woman, in love, and reassured her; she had truly managed to revive his heart. Besides,

my wife," Rousse's voice came out rough and deep. He looked at Zarek again, and so many things seemed to be said without words, the way it had always been "Good, then I can only add that if someone makes my general happy..." The prince stretched out

his cold lips. The sorceress's cheeks went crimson. There was nothing improper about it, only the deepest respect and thanks the prince, descendant of the first Selenias, could grant her. "Y-you're welcome. I'm grateful too, for looking after him until ---- now," Meridiana stammered,

those warnings and thorns was a noble, charming man. Atrue prince. "Go rest, little one, the trip was long." Rousse kissed her blonde hair, nudging her toward him with his huge hand. "You're going to fight," Meridiana's voice rang in his mind. "Yes,

calling her and dragging her off to where the women were having breakfast. Meridiana glanced toward the entrance, where Rousse had stayed. Even if she couldn't see him, she could still feel his