The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation (Valeria) novel Chapter 239

NARRATOR

She held him tightly against her, kneeling by his side, desperately kissing his face, not caring about his wounds or disfigurement.

"My lady… don’t cry, please, don’t cry…" The salty taste rolled over his cracked lips, the beat of that heart against his chest giving him strength, and her lips offering infinite warmth.

Even so, Silas kept a wary eye on the Selenia nearby.

He didn’t trust her; his lady should have escaped. He feared for her life.

He wanted to push himself again; he couldn’t leave her unprotected.

"If you try to attack me again, your elemental body won’t withstand it," Renata warned, seeing right through his intentions.

"Silas, no, look at me. No, no, look at me, me." Sigrid cupped his cheeks, afraid she might hurt him.

Renata had removed the poison from his veins and healed the fatal wounds, but he still needed care.

"Trust me. I’ll fix this, okay? Trust me, please." Sigrid leaned in to whisper against his broken face. More than fear or disgust, it pained her deeply to see him like this.

Silas stared into her eyes, the seconds stretching in a world meant for just the two of them.

Renata stood, giving them space, moving closer to her own mate.

The feelings between those two were obvious—she knew love as well.

"That Selenia is dangerous. You should’ve escaped. I know you’re brave, but… sometimes running to live isn’t a bad thing…"

"I know, I know, my Silas, but we can’t run forever. Now, I’m begging you, trust me and be obedient for once in your life," Sigrid sighed, thinking about what to do next.

"We can’t go back to the mansion, we can’t—" Suddenly, Silas gripped her hand tightly and whispered why he had escaped and why he’d followed her here.

Her magical trail was unmistakable to him.

"Drusilla?" Sigrid was stunned.

Why did Drusilla suspect she was hiding something?

So the spell on the slave wasn’t Morgana’s doing—it was Drusilla’s?

She must have cast the spell when she touched her during the selection. What had given her away?

She recalled Zarek’s words. Was Drusilla pretending to be clueless while hiding her true power?

"Princess Renata, I need to speak with you both. But first, I’ll get my person to safety, and I hope you’ve understood the deal between your fiancé and me." Sigrid lifted her gaze, implacable, facing them head-on.

She might have been at a disadvantage, but she wouldn’t back down.

"Fine, we’ll be right here," Renata responded, watching her disappear into the forest, Silas leaning on her, taking small, painful steps.

As they passed by, Sigrid didn’t forget to shoot them a sinister glare.

"Her physical body isn’t here, only her spiritual magic. How are you supposed to smell her blood, you idiot? Her biggest threat is the witches."

Alessandre understood, wrapping his arms around her too, burying his nose in her neck, inhaling her delicious scent like an addict—he’d missed her so much.

Always dodging difficulties and their parents' watchful eyes just to see each other.

Sometimes he just wanted to take her hand and run away, but he knew Renata carried too much weight on her shoulders—an entire realm she would inherit.

What was the union of mates compared to that? It was nothing.

They spent the next few minutes like that, kissing softly amid the chaos of the battle they themselves had ignited.

Waiting for Sigrid to return.

"Wait! So I asked my descendant to be my fake fiancée?" Alessandre grimaced in disgust, though worse unions had happened before—back when supernaturals didn’t know they could mate with elementals and have offspring.

"Pft," Renata finally managed a small smile, despite almost screwing up royally by nearly killing "the savior."

"Better not tell her anything. Let’s wait and see what she proposes."

They agreed—if that Selenia was their solution, they would support her completely.

"That man is also very dangerous. The power inside him is too destructive. Honestly… I only saved him for her. But it would’ve been better if he’d died," Renata confessed, frowning in worry.

"She’s coming back," the vampire whispered to her.