The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation by Luna Nova

---- Zarek glanced at him sideways. Definitely powerful, too powerful, and he knew well the strength Gods could have. Fortunately, Lyra had managed to tame this dangerous beast. "It's true. I'm sorry I offended you," Dracomir was astonished to see his father-in-law apologize for the first time. Drakkar snorted and nodded. "lm heading to your stronghold with Lyra. Don't forget your promise, Dracomir," the wild wolf turned on his heel to leave just as he'd arrived. The air went stagnant again, with a breeze of awkwardness.

"Dracomir," Zarek turned backlit, standing between the open flaps of the exit. "Believe it or not, I know very well how to rule and build a realm. I wasn't a prince in name only." Dracomir looked at his father-in-law, a little box of surprises. Always unpredictable. "lll help you raise your empire... for my cub's safety." Something tightened in the Lord's chest. A sense of support he still wasn't used to. ---- "Ill listen to your counsel, then," Zarek liked his answer. If Victoria were here, she might even be proud they weren't trying to claw each other's eyes out.

to say it... I've got several 'experiments' just for him," Zarek's right corner of the mouth

me a front-row seat," Dracomir muttered with the same malice, watching the ancient vampire's back. Who would've thought he'd someday earn such distinguished titles? «Bed Master» of an innocent demigod and «First Son-in-Law» to a millennia-old vampire who shit on the Gods every day. ---- His picturesque life,