The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation (Valeria) novel Chapter 254

NARRATOR

A thick black mist surrounded the entire building, like a massive dome—nothing could be seen beyond it.

She stretched her hand into the air, but even her own fingers disappeared into the overwhelming darkness.

She thought this must be Alessandre’s famous shield, meaning he had come after all. He must have stayed hidden in the forest, watching, learning, and growing more astonished by the minute.

"I created it to protect you. No one could sense your Selenia power." Silas confessed, catching her off guard.

"Was it really you?"

"Yes. I will always protect my lady," he declared, puffing out his chest. "You don’t need anyone else."

Sigrid smiled, her heart fluttering with warmth.

Now she understood why her mother’s eyes always gleamed whenever her father displayed his possessive, caveman-like nature.

"Wow, my Silas has become so capable. So intelligent and reliable." She reached up and stroked the light stubble on his jaw, watching those golden eyes gleam with satisfaction.

And then, suddenly, his lips were on hers.

The tip of his tongue slowly, deliciously, traced her lower lip before capturing it between his teeth, sucking it gently.

Desire blazed between them, their bodies remembering, their minds vibrating with echoes of the night they had shared.

"I’ve been very good. What reward will my lady give me?" Silas teased, panting against her lips, his magic slipping beneath her neckline and under her skirt like shameless hands, caressing, seeking.

Selenia wanted to tell him he didn’t need to call her lady anymore. It was obvious he wasn’t her slave. But this depraved little game… they both loved it.

Sigrid knew he did it to show her his complete surrender.

"What reward do you want?" She lifted her chin defiantly, playing the role of the wicked witch.

But when he licked his lips and gazed at hers with such scorching intensity, she nearly moaned on the spot.

Goddess… could Electra still be in heat after all those perverted spells she stuffed into her body?

"You know exactly what I want." Silas leaned in, their noses brushing. "When this is all over, I want to make love to you again. My soul misses you too much."

What could she possibly say to such an enticing proposal? Refuse? Not a chance.

Luckily, he didn’t wait for an answer.

Lifting his hand, he waved it through the air, and the misty shield began to dissipate.

Massive wings unfurled behind him as he grabbed Sigrid firmly by the waist, pulling her close.

Then, he took off. Silas soared into the sky, looking magnificent, powerful—breathtaking.

Sigrid couldn’t take her eyes off him as she clung to his body.

His magic had a spicy, intoxicating scent, tingling against her skin, calling to her own. It was commanding, dominant—now stronger than ever—yet also filled with deep emotions for her.

Far below, the city’s houses passed beneath them, their rooftops mere specks from this height.

The night breeze kissed her face, her hair and clothes dancing in the wind.

Above them, the moon shone brightly, lighting their path toward the walls of the stronghold.

"Goddess, what kind of twisted game are you playing with me, with my fate?" She wondered silently, glancing at the striking man beside her.

«Save a broken, beautiful man… and change the future»

His unyielding spirit, his dark power, honed through blood and pain.

The master of specters. His past, steeped in slavery and hatred—every piece of the puzzle was falling into place.

But then… how could she explain her attraction to the other slave?

That was what had led her to take him as her target.

"Maybe…" Sigrid recalled the sensations from that moment—the one who seemed unsettled was Electra.

Could that slave be Electra’s magical mate?

It seemed like the most logical explanation, though everything was still speculation.

"Also…" He hesitated, and I braced myself for more bad news.

"They found the babies in their cribs. It seems… it seems that some of Morgana’s slaves, once they realized their mistress was dead, decided to take their revenge… on them."

"I see." I closed my eyes in sorrow.

«He who lives by the sword dies by the sword»

They had planned their revenge and taken it out on those children, even knowing they could be punished by their new mistress.

Though, if I had truly been the real Electra, the first thing I would have done was eliminate Morgana’s offspring too.

I knew I couldn’t change the entire future.

Some things would find a way to happen, no matter what—like what happened with Drusilla, even despite my intervention.

And that… that terrified me. Because if fate was so unyielding, could I really take him with me?

That would change everything. Everything.

"I recovered many of my memories," Silas murmured suddenly, tightening his hold around me. "The experiments Lucrecia performed on me… I can tell you about them later. But I also remembered something else—something I want to share with you."

His lips brushed against my ear, his breath heavy against my neck, his powerful heart beating steadily against my back.

"What… what did you remember?" I asked, almost afraid, my eyes locked onto the massive moon above us. My soul churned with emotions too complex to name.

"My real name. The one my elemental parents gave me. Lucrecia called me Gray because of my hair color. I hate that name. But after hearing it for so many years, I forgot who I truly was."

He confessed, and Electra’s heart pounded frantically.

I clenched my sweaty palms, trying to mask my tension and nerves.

"A-And… what’s your real name?" I bit my lower lip, my eyes growing wet.

I already knew the answer.

"Umbros," he whispered, voice thick with emotion. "My beloved Sigrid, my real name… is Umbros."