The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation (Valeria) novel Chapter 190

SIGRID

"Yeah, yeah, I know. By the Goddess, you’re so cold. I thought being the youngest, you’d be sweeter," she muttered, speaking hastily. "Now I know why you're Morgana’s favorite. You might as well be her daughter."

"Are you going to spend the entire afternoon babbling nonsense, or are you leaving my room already?"

"I'm going, I'm going. Ugh, such a bad temper. I owe you one."

She finally left, leaving behind a trail of that sickly sweet perfume she always wore, her long black hair swaying down her back.

She was beautiful, like nearly all supernatural beings, but a woman who spoke of her own children as disposable objects could only have a rotten womb and an even more rotten heart.

Besides, Morgana was going to find out—not just because Grimm was her spy, but because Drusilla was terrible at everything, even lying.

I sat on the bed, thinking about my mission. I needed to plan my escape on my own.

The Goddess, as always, spoke in riddles. My task was to find a special man, incredibly handsome, and save him from his cruel fate.

She hadn’t specified who he was or where I’d find him, only that I would know when the moment came. But supposedly, he had the ability to prevent future catastrophes.

I studied everything about Electra’s life and pulled a small notebook from a drawer to write down my objectives using a secret code my father had taught me—one that no one here knew.

Night fell over the castle. I ordered dinner in my room. I had complete freedom unless Morgana summoned us to her quarters.

My time was my own.

I waited until it was past midnight. Everyone was asleep.

Then I locked my room securely and summoned the magic of the natural elements.

I transformed into the cold mist of the night, floating through the air, drifting between the clouds and the wind.

I didn’t have much time. I didn’t want to give explanations to anyone. I flew over the cursed forest, spotted the dark well, and continued toward the tree where I had left the child.

My plan was to secretly take him to a village of elementals and have one of them care for him.

I took physical form near the place, my senses on high alert, scanning the area. There wasn’t a sound—not even a whisper of wind.

Moving quickly, I reached the dark, twisted tree, removed the protections I had placed, and crouched down to uncover the hole.

My heart settled in its place the moment I saw the small bundle wrapped in leaves.

"Baby, I’m back as I promised," I whispered softly, lifting him from the dark hollow and cradling him in my arms, undoing the spell to wake him up.

And yet, I didn’t even know this man. The only thing I was sure of was that he was an elemental—one a supernatural being had grown tired of playing with and had abandoned, nearly dead.

What to do, what to do?

I had an illegal baby in my arms, and now I was about to get myself into more trouble because of my damn soft heart.

"If I save you, you’ll be my slave. I’ll chain you to me so you won’t be able to tell anyone what happened here," I declared, my voice dominant.

For a moment, I saw hesitation in that eye, drowning in agony.

I was telling him I would save him—only to trade one torment for another. But it was the only way I could ensure his loyalty.

I couldn’t take such a dangerous risk, and I wouldn’t treat him cruelly like Electra. Before I left this world, if he proved to be a good man, I would set him free.

In fact, having an obedient slave to use in my plans was rather convenient.

His hand, on the verge of slipping away, made one last desperate effort, his filthy nails digging into the fabric of my sleeve.

And I saw it—the slightest nod on his half-shadowed face.

He had chosen to live, no matter the consequences.