The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation (Valeria) novel Chapter 216

WE ARE NOT DESTINED – SIGRID

The flashbacks of my moans, Silas, my voice saying I needed to go to the bathroom...

Oh, for the love of the Goddess. Could I just die right here, right now? Please...

I thought about dismissing her quickly and getting out of this incredibly awkward moment, but Silas beat me to it, stepping toward her.

I tensed and followed, hoping he wouldn’t disobey me; otherwise, I’d really be pissed.

“Silas,” I called sharply, but he didn’t respond.

Instead, he yanked my cloak off the girl’s shoulders with rough hands.

“Don’t touch my lady’s things,” he snapped at her, his tone full of authority.

“And stop bothering her with your presence. Head down that hall to the servant quarters. Her Ladyship will give you orders tomorrow.”

Despite her clear fear, the girl stayed frozen, trembling, casting me furtive, anxious glances as my frown deepened.

“But... but Your Ladyship chose me to serve her... in bed...”

“What?!” Silas took a step toward her, speaking through gritted teeth, and the air suddenly reeked of murder.

“Damn it, damn it! That’s enough! Enough!” I quickly stepped between them.

This slave had no sense of self-preservation.

“Go to the servant quarters, and if you say anything about what you saw or heard here, I’ll personally rip your tongue out. Understood?” I threatened, though I doubted she actually understood anything.

She nodded immediately, her eyes red with tears.

“Go! Now!” And she bolted down the hall.

I sighed, rubbing my forehead. I’d deal with her later. This whole rescuing slaves thing was eating up half my life.

Show them a little kindness, and they’d cling to you, trying to please you, knowing that supernatural beings only wanted them for one thing. Sex, orgies, and pleasure. She just wanted to keep her spot in this mansion.

Did Silas think the same? Did he have that need to thank the only person who’d shown him a bit of kindness? For now, when I turned around, his face was dark, frustrated, and cruel, climbing the dark stairs.

His gaze burned into my back, but he didn’t move an inch. My chest ached, and I felt an overwhelming urge to cry. I swallowed it all down and straightened my back, because I’m not Electra De la Croix.

Silas was becoming obsessed with an imposter.

“I don’t know what being jealous means. I can’t define that word, but I don’t like other slaves touching you. I don’t want them caressing or kissing your body—not that girl, not anyone.”

My heart skipped a beat.

I kept staring at the stairs while he whispered in my ear.

“Imagining you trembling with pleasure, moaning so erotically in another man’s arms, your body reacting to another slave’s fingers like it did today with mine... Thinking about that disturbs me. I feel this darkness inside me screaming to kill anyone who desires you.

Have I gone completely insane? Is that jealousy?” he asked, and I didn’t have an answer to his questions, let alone my own.

I don’t know if it’s my lack of experience in romance, but I can’t figure out exactly what I’m feeling for this complicated man.

Is Silas confusing gratitude with love? Or is it because of our compatible magic? Repressed, hidden in another woman’s body, without my full powers or instincts, everything feels so confusing.

I don’t know. I don’t fully trust him, and I know he doesn’t fully trust me either. Maybe he’s planning to lower my guard and weave hidden schemes.

He’s a vengeful man—you can see it. He’ll go after Lucrecia’s head if he gets the chance, and I’m his ticket to get close to her.

“Just remember one thing, Silas. No matter how kind I might be to you now, or if I show you favoritism, to me, you’re just a disposable, replaceable slave. Never forget that,” I responded with all the coldness I could muster, like a true bitch, and began climbing the dark stairs.