The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation by Luna Nova

---- 282. UNEXPECTED RESULTS NARRATOR Frederick grabbed his face, unhinged. When the mask was crushed between Lavinia's fingers, his own face was exposed. Horrific, bumed, scarred, his features unrecognizable. Blisters swelled on his reddened skin and burst full of pus, leaving an unbearable stench in the air. The cursed infection spread down his neck and began to cover his body like a plague. His hair fell out in clumps, and even his scalp rotted with it. "Damn witch, this is all your fault...

your fault!" Frederick's mind wasn't right; all the madness stayed inside him. He was in too much pain as his body curled into a ball of agony. Frederick had nothing left to lose, so he lunged at Lavinia to finish her before dying. He would take her with him in one last suicidal attack. "Electra, snap out of it once and for all, damn it!" ---- Lavinia shouted at her specter, who was staring dazed again. Electra's vision wasn't the same as Lavinia's.

it was a lie, she hesitated at every step. "Damn you and your regrets!" Lavinia roared, pushing her control over the body to kick Electra out of the game forever,

legs finally gave way and, as he crashed down, this whole world of illusion shattered, breaking like a fractured mosaic. His breathing was like a rusted bellows that could barely push air into his

you dare touch my mate, you filthy abomination." A cold, baritone voice, vibrant and out of focus, came from the man standing behind Frederick No, not a man despite his beautiful appearance: blond hair falling in soft waves to his shoulders, sky-blue eyes, beautiful and ethereal... but