The Lycan Princess and the Temptation of Sin by Moonlight Muse

The Lycan Princess and the Temptation of Sin by Moonlight Muse Chapter 116

32. Our Legacy

ALEJANDRO.

He stares at me, his piercing blue eyes widening in shock.

Hah, fucker. For once I surprised you. (6

But I fucking mean it. I believe he is the best for this position.

Dante has enough on his shoulders without having to deal with the council and all the other things that a king must do. Leo is the right one for this position, his intellect, his self-control, his mindset. They are king material.

I know that even after I’m gone, they will continue to keep those bonds. Brothers. 13

“What? The fuck no. I can’t do that shit.

No.” He stands up, shaking his head and I cock a brow.

“I know it’s a lot to take on… Nobody wants

to be king, or the ones who are best for the job don’t want to, anyway. But you’re made for this title, Leo. There is no one better

suited.” I say, taking a drag on my cigarette.

“I truly feel that you will be the best for this position.”

“No, Dante is your son-

“)

“I fucking know he is, and so are you. I consider you all the same, but I once made it clear that those who fit certain positions

should be put in them. Dante will get this pack. He is the fucking Alpha. That is one position we can’t really give due to others as Alphas are the only ones who hold the alpha command.” I say firmly.

“But the position of king… that seat is yours.

Your intelligence is superior to anyone I

know and with what the future is currently

predicted to bring, we need you.” I continue.

“Dante is smart-”

“And he will be the one at the forefront of

battle because that’s his position. We know

that… but I need you to bind it all together when it feels like we will lose it all… I need

you to hold down this shit. Leo, your self- control, and your mindset in the craziest fucking moments are priceless. I don’t think even I can handle what is to come… but if

anyone can you, you and the next generation can.” I say quietly. 4

I don’t want to do this; I don’t want to say

what I know I might need to… 4

He shakes his head. “Rayhan. He’s smart,

he’s influential-”

“Na. The fucker’s forty. Bet he’ll have to retire before me.” I snicker, trying to lighten the mood, but it doesn’t phase or distract

him as he stares at me coldly.

Dude’s fucking got a glare on him. “Fine… Rayhan is smart, but no, he is our greatest tracker… I need him on the field.” I add.

“So you’re saying you expect me to sit back and send others to fucking war when the

time comes? You want me to be the one to

choose who will fucking die and who won’t?” he asks accusingly, as he advances on me, his eyes flashing steely blue.

“You want me to play the field, knowing I’m going to have to be the one to decide who I’m going to risk. You want me to be the one to tell every man or woman who loses their mate, that I’m fucking sorry, cus I sent their mate to their death? To look into the eyes of

those kids and know that I’m the one who orphaned them?

I didn’t think of it like that…

“Every death on that battlefield, their blood will be on my fucking hands. While I sit back? No.” He shakes his head firmly.

I shake my head. “No… but like you said earlier… A king’s job is far harder than that… You kids are the future of this planet Leo…

The legacies that will continue on the path that we have paved, to stand by those beliefs and values… Whilst paving your own paths to even greater heights.” I say quietly.

I place my hand on his shoulder. He’s glaring at the floor now. “Look at me, Leo.”

His head snaps up as he glares at me, and I give him a half smile. “I know it’s not easy to accept, but please, accept this position. I know I’m asking you for a huge sacrifice… I’m asking you to shoulder a huge burden… But for the sake of us all… will you accept it?” 1

but I can tell those words

got to him.

Alejandro, you ain’t going to die any fucking time soon. I’ll help you I’ll be there, behind you as your fucking shadow and I’ll do it all but I don’t want the/title. Please.” He’s practically begging me and I can see the young boy that still lives

putting others first… thinking of sending others to their deaths and yet… he is willing to help, receiving nothing in return. Not caring for acknowledgement or

approval.

Marcel

to the forefront of my mind and it squeezes at

loves, he

is the king we

trying to clear it. The influx. of emotions is fucking intense. I’m fucking getting old, cus this shit is

((

comes… we

we have at our disposal to suppress what we are going

to be on that fucking battlefield right?” He

cus I will fucking stand before everyone as a

fucking die,” he finishes, his

he pushes my hand

his back on

this shit

my

“Leo-”

to be out

down and run this shit until you die of

I need to know… that if

I will have someone left behind

family, our kingdom, and

together. Please,

of what is to

knows… and there are so many signs

Dante that I’m making you king,

he fucking approves.

))

your titles…” he

Fuck it.” 2

((

but he

at me, and I’m kinda fucking

not the only one

in my eye.

king you are, because there is only one Alejandro Rossi. I will do things my way, and maybe… you won’t regret appointing me as your successor cus I’m fucking certain you will,” he says quietly. 3

don’t need you to try to be me, because I know that Leo Rossi will be an

he looks down, his brown hair flicking in front of his forehead as he holds

says

closer as I give him a one-armed hug, still

our beating hearts is loud in my

These emotions…

make a

say

not for a

mutters.

don’t need to set

that my time as king is coming to an end… and

rise… 15

door makes us

Leo

Granddaddy Al? Mommy said come

brownies before she finishes

making both of us

smirk.

Leo

to

Leo cocks a brow.

we’re talking Azura… and Kat… both can eat for an army,” he

“Then we

some.” I frown.

nods, leading the way to the

back out of the window

the moon.

It’s so peaceful….

did the right thing and I’m happy that

accepted it…

the office as we head down

kitchen, where I can

she likes

her brownie.

the brightly lit kitchen, the

brownies wafting in the air.

Corrado asks Alessandra tilting his

head. 1

tastes better in cubes?”

Alessandra replies.