The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation by Luna Nova

Chapter 1517

---- 291. MY LITTLE, SWEET SHE-WOLF NARRATOR Lyra closed her eyes, holding back the emotional tears slipping out of her control. She caressed his back and lifted her gaze to his midnight eyes, his masculine, beautifully savage face. "We'll always find you both, my mate... always..." She stroked his short beard and threaded her fingers through the fine dark strands. "Look, Ly...

we belong to you completely, we're yours in body and soul..." Drakkar took her hand then and guided it to his left pec. Words caught in Lyra's throat, and in Aztoria's as well Her fingertips grazed the deep, broad scar that remained on Drakkar's skin. Over the scar shaped like several interlaced lightning bolts, the letters of her name were carved into living flesh, rough, rustic, by aman's hand.. No, by a God's hand, and a very beastly one, by the way. ---- How much must this have hurt them?

shaking as so many feelings crashed over her at once. They even went beyond what the Selenias did. They accepted a much more aggressive magical contract... his magical soul... was with her, inside her own chest, forever. She

looked up to see his wolfish pupils mirrored in Drakkar, who watched her, not understanding whether they had done something wrong. His furrowed brow, with that confused expression that made him look so cute. "Ly... we. "Silly mates..." She clenched her fists and thumped their shoulders. She always looked so tiny in front of his massive frame. Lyra bent down and began to kiss the scar slowly, and her name

a second I thought it was a bad idea to leave this in Lykahel's hands-look how sloppy he is..." The Alpha's smile began to shine on her lips at Khalum's. thoughts and Drakkar's agreement.