The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation (Valeria) novel Chapter 217

SIGRID

“Please, just leave. Leave now.”

I leaned my back against the door and waited in silence, surrounded by the dim light of my room.

I felt awful for speaking to him like that. My hand went to my chest, bitterness coursing through my veins.

But he hadn’t left. He was still there, standing at the bottom of the stairs, just staring up—cold, unreadable.

His overwhelming, dark aura reached all the way to this door where I stood, hesitant, but it never crossed the threshold.

He was furious—I could feel it. That murderous energy swirled around him like a vicious storm and then… nothing.

Silas pulled all that malevolent energy back, locking it tightly inside himself.

He wouldn’t let me feel even a crack of his true emotions, not unless I forced it out with magic.

He was reverting to how we were when we first met.

I closed my eyes, sighing, and stepped away from the door, not wanting to monitor him anymore.

This was what I wanted—to push him away.

To make him hate me, or rather, Electra, and continue with his ---- plans.

If I could, I’d help him get his revenge.
I sighed, overwhelmed by everything, and walked to the balcony, stepping out to gaze at the night.
The moon was half-hidden behind the clouds.

I hadn’t even managed to put together the device to communicate with my people.
Everything felt so complicated, and at times, I lost sight of my goals.

This world was swallowing me like a devouring boa, and with each passing day, I felt less like myself, forgetting who I truly was.

“What do you want from me exactly? I hope you didn’t send me here for the impossible,” I muttered bitterly, looking up at the mother star.

Everything the elementals were going through was her fault, and now she was using us like puppets to fix her own mistakes.

Sighing, I thought about heading to the bathroom. I’d take an ice-cold bath despite the freezing temperatures.

The lustful desire was still twisting in my belly.
How long would this damn spell last, and why was it getting worse?
I had no idea, but I’d have to endure it alone.

I’d try to distance myself from Silas.
It was the best thing I could do for him.
Once I left this place, Electra would tear him apart if he stayed by her side.

My bare feet padded across the dimly lit room.
I didn’t even bother extending my senses — I already knew.
He was still stubbornly standing at the bottom of the stairs.

SILAS
Why did I do that?
Why did I open my mouth?
Why did I lower my defenses and tell her my true thoughts?

Because I couldn’t hold them in anymore.
Because I’m too confused.
Because I feel...

like I need answers...
like I need her.

But I’m just a slave... disposable and replaceable.
She could kill me, break me, and rebuild me.
She could do whatever she wanted with me.

That’s it.
I hate never having control over anything.
I hate being just a broken toy.

I can’t lose sight of my goal.
What happened today can’t happen again.
She can’t discard me before we kill Lucrecia!
No, no, she can’t ever discard me.

I reached behind my head and pulled off the ebony mask she’d given me.
The deformed, ruined half of my face was exposed.
That cursed eye stared obsessively into the darkness of the staircase leading to her room.

It pushed me to seek out her magic, craving it with a sick, twisted hunger.
It wanted to consume her, devour her.

I took a step forward, my entire body tensed in protest, my mind and heart locked in a brutal fight.
My hand lifted, and my fingers dug into the stone wall until my nails began to bleed.

I threw the mask to the ground and clawed at this curse.
I wanted to rip it out like I had so many times before.

The pain was unbearable, so much that there were moments I almost gave in.
The rage corroded my soul — the urge to destroy everything and everyone, the helplessness of only suffering without being able to change my fate.

I reached for the short knife tucked inside my boot, stolen from the kitchen.
I pulled it out and pressed it to my face.
I’d tried this many times, but that horrible magic refused to die.
It was like it had a life of its own, autonomy, like a damn parasite living inside me.

I raised my arm with force, gritting my teeth in fury, ready to stab over and over into that abyss of darkness that blinded me.
I waited for the usual reaction — for the knife to simply melt or evaporate — but this time, it was my hand that froze in midair.

My head hung low, the handle gripped tightly in my hand, the blade’s tip millimeters from my cursed eye.

Then, a soft melody drifted into my ears, so ethereal, so beautiful, so distant and forbidden to me.
I lifted my gaze, erratic, unfocused, unhinged.

My whole body trembled with tension — it was her.
She was humming a tune, probably not even realizing I could hear her, yet once again, she was pulling me back from the abyss.

The memories of what we’d done at the mansion’s entrance flooded my mind — her awkward innocence, trying to pretend she was like that disgusting witch.
The tremble of her pleasure, the rough moans from her throat, her aura that brought light to my darkness, her sensual magic that drove me mad in a way I’d never experienced before.

So this is what it feels like to be with someone by choice.
Touching her... It’s addictive.

I crave that warmth for myself.
I’ve only had a taste, but I need more.
I need it all.
And I will have it all.