The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation by Luna Nova

---- 295. BAD DECISIONS NARRATOR "I told you I wasn't sure..." Fenrir replied with annoyance. "You don't want to be, either." Magnus yanked him around, eyes full of accusation. "Do you know how many wolves are dying to find their mates, and you're about to pull one of your stupid stunts?" "If you want her so much, keep her! I'm gifting her to you, now let me go, fuck!" Fenrir shoved his brother's heavy paw away in anger. Their blue eyes locked; their dark reddish hair glinted in the shafts of light filtering through the tall trees. "You're going to regret this...

if she finds out, and she really is your mate..." Magnus trailed off, but his point was crystal clear. "She won't find out if you don't run your mouth, and I'm not planning on finding her anyway, so let's do what we came for," Fenrir stayed stubborn. His demeanor could seem laid-back, almost comedic, but beneath that layer of humor there was still a lycan with a fierce temper. ---- Magnus snorted, itching to crack his twin's skull open one more time.

Magnus followed him into the brush, watching their footing because the ground here was treacherous. "I'm taking my side. It's better to split up to track more territory." Fenrir didn't even turn to look at him as he strode off. "Just say you can't stand criticism," Magnus huffed, thinking how bad an idea it was to

was to raise a hand and flip him the middle finger before disappearing from sight. "Very mature, as always." Magnus's eyes flashed with resignation, and he headed off in another direction. Their mother had sent them to hunt down a group of rebels, mixes of warlocks and beast-men, who'd slipped through the net. Magnus knew their father sent them here just to keep them away from the real war. ---- And their mother had asked Queen Raven for anything to do, whatever, since Fenrir had been

huge lycan snorted as he crouched to check some tracks that looked pretty fresh. People had come through here recently. They could be the rebels or hunters from the swamp pack. His fingers traced the edges of one particularly confusing print. From

unexpected and far-too-tempting prey. soba Meanwhile, in the Wolf Lord's provisional camp... ---- "If anything happened to my granddaughter because you left her alone..." Aldric paused for a second to consider the gruesome torture he'd inflict on that cocky white-haired guy. Inside the huge meeting tent, he pointed at him while standing, accusatory, as Silas waited seated. "She's my daughter, and she knows how to defend herself very well." The