The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation (Valeria) novel Chapter 192

SIGRID

The night was advancing, and I needed to move quickly.

Carrying a baby while transformed into mist was one thing, but transporting a fully grown man was another. I had to move him somewhere closer first.

"Can you walk? Hey—" I crouched beside him, keeping my guard up in case he tried to attack me by surprise.

But when I grabbed his shoulder firmly, his body slumped backward, completely limp—he had fainted.

For the love of the heavens.

I exhaled sharply, but every thought in my mind froze when I finally saw his uncovered face, now that his filthy hair had fallen away.

I clenched my fists as rage coursed through me. His face was destroyed.

Covered in deep, gruesome wounds, scars, and worst of all, around his right eye, a massive blackened mark—like a burn—spanning part of his cheek and forehead.

What kind of cursed spell had they been experimenting with on this poor bastard?

I covered him as best as I could with the cloak and conjured a fortification spell. This would drain a lot of my magic, but there was no other choice.

I hauled him onto my back, pulling the hood over him to conceal his face, and carried him through the eerie, mist-laden forest toward the nearest inn.

We must have looked like two lost souls wandering through the darkness of this sinister woodland.

*****

I arrived at a two-story inn on the roadside and knocked urgently.

Boom, boom, boom!

"I'm coming, damn it!" I heard curses from inside, and soon, a burly man opened a small window hatch, squinting as he assessed us.

"What brings you here at this hour?"

"I want your best room, food, and hot water." I lifted my face, altered by sorcery so he wouldn’t recognize me, but he still realized I was a witch.

"Of… of course, my lady. Forgive my rudeness." He immediately unlatched the wooden gate, looking slightly nervous, and ushered me into the old reception hall.

I didn’t say much—only what was necessary. He eyed the bundle on my back curiously, but he wasn’t foolish enough to pry.

Witches were feared. You never knew which one might turn you into a toad for offending her.

"My lady, I’ll wake the kitchen staff to prepare your dinner at once, and I’ll fill the bathtub with hot water," he said obligingly. I tossed him a gold coin, which he snatched up with greedy eyes.

"I trust you know how to keep your mouth shut. No one is to bother us unless absolutely necessary."

"Yes, yes, of course. This attic room has no neighbors on either side. Only… my apologies, it has only one bed—"

"It’s fine. Now leave."

So his former owner was Lucrecia Silver.

Goddess… poor man. That rapist went down in history as the one who had abused and murdered the most elementals in her time.

And worse—her powers could rival, and perhaps even surpass, those of Morgana De La Croix.

There was no choice. I had to erase this mark, or she could still track it in the future and drag me into serious trouble.

I thought about how to do it… the problem was, I had to practically touch his damn cock to remove it!

I sighed, forcing my eyes away from that thick, slumbering serpent.

I wasn’t a prude—I had a secret lover once, one my mother hid from my father—but we never went all the way. I had never mated with anyone, and honestly, I was far more interested in my magic than in romance.

"Come on, don’t be so dramatic. Just think of him as an undead test subject," I encouraged myself, lowering my palm to rest over his very sensitive groin.

Closing my eyes, I began to recite the ancient words to erase the brand.

I gritted my teeth, holding firm as Electra’s magic, fused with mine, clashed against the remnants of Lucrecia’s power.

My head spun, sweat beaded on my forehead, and my breaths came in harsh pants as magical currents reverberated around me, making the entire room levitate.

BAM!

Everything crashed down with a deafening noise—my eyes flew open in shock—just as two hands seized my throat, on the verge of strangling me.