The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation by Luna Nova

---- 281. A GAME ORA TEST? NARRATOR Frederick should have been euphoric, he was about to finish off the threat. His hand trembled as he gripped the dagger raised in the air, that woman had started crying like an idiot and wasn't reacting. Everything could be perfect... however, he was more scared than he had ever been in his life. Because the mask on his face was screaming in pure terror, because he felt this illusion spell had nothing to do with his witches' summoning.

And worst of all, because of the shadow of a man standing behind that woman. Only a pair of golden eyes could be glimpsed, shining in the middle of so much darkness They could even be fascinating, but to him they were an abomination, a beast waiting to rip his head off. He understood that none of this came from his cursed mask, that the power of so many sorceresses was nothing compared to the real puppeteer.

felt like it weighed tons, was lowering slowly, controlled by that man's thoughts. The female voices in his ears screeched like tormented souls, if they could have escaped they would have done it on the spot. Something murky, hot, and sharply smelling ran down Frederick's crotch, rolling along his shaking thighs, on the verge of collapse. He was lost, absolutely lost, from the

hunched back of that specter full of laments and regrets. «What was Lavinia going to do to control Electra once and for all?» cere It had been a long time since Lavinia had felt that sensation of complete despair. It reminded her of that night when

it, and she remembered Sigrid's warnings, Katherine's fears... she shouldn't play with something she couldn't control or she would end up the puppet. «You

would finish her, but this body belonged to her! "WAKE THE HELL UP ALREADY, YOU STUPID WITCH! THAT'S NOT YOUR MATE, THEY'RE TRICKING YOU, ELECTRA!" She roared and struck, scratched and bit, but the storm of tears didn't stop. The Goddess