The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation (Valeria) novel Chapter 273

NARRATOR

As Sigrid and Silas passed through the hall where Lucrecia had first taken them, they witnessed the devastation left behind.

They continued moving through the same dark corridors.

Sigrid wasn’t feeling well; that treacherous stab wound still burned in her chest, but she didn’t want to worry Silas.

Something kept her clinging tightly to him.

The truth was, she was afraid. She squeezed his hand tightly when they reached the entrance.

The statues marking the access point stood in the underground zone. The cold night breeze hit their faces through the enormous hole above their heads.

Silas pulled her close by the waist, pressing a kiss to her forehead with overwhelming love, obsessed with always keeping her near his body.

He was utterly surrendered to this woman—he only regretted not seeing her fully, revealing her true form.

Enormous dark wings unfurled from his back like mist.

He propelled himself into the heights, his Selenia always protected by his side.

As they soared through the air, they looked down like superior beings upon the towering hedges of the labyrinth, now stained with blood everywhere.

Some figures could still be seen escaping.

Sigrid knew that Renata would take this opportunity to eliminate all remaining threats, not just the Silvers, but also their allies—anyone who might oppose the power of the Selenias.

“Silas, take me home,” she whispered.

She couldn’t care less about the power struggles of this era.

She had achieved her goal: destroying that damn Lucrecia, avenging Silas, and satisfying her own hatred.

And she had freed the slave, who, in the end, had nothing to do with the Goddess’s mission.

But well, another wretched soul had been saved.

The massive wings beat against the wind, carrying them toward the forested area surrounding the labyrinth.

Silas was dying to have her beneath him, bare for him, making love to her deliciously while giving her his dark magic.

The craving to possess her, to love her, made him rush.

Their clothes billowed wildly, and her hair danced with the breeze.

Those who saw him from below couldn’t help but lift their heads in awe, staring in astonishment at his majestic, incredibly powerful form.

Black and silver, mingled like the night and the moon—Silas was magnificent.

But he had one weakness, and a very great one.

“Sigrid!” he suddenly roared as he saw her clutching her head, letting out a sharp, agonizing, desperate scream.

Emerging from the darkness of the trees: the Selenia Queen, Brianna, and her daughter, Princess Renata.

Both were skilled sorceresses, weaving the restrictive spells that were now imprisoning Silas.

He lifted his head, wild with rage, his desperate gaze locking onto Sigrid.

“Run! Get out of here, Sigrid, don’t come, don’t come!!” he roared.

His eyes darkened to the shade of midnight, and intricate black patterns began to spread across his skin.

Dark hands erupted from his body, from his spine.

His legs struggled to rise, and the claws of the specters clutched the golden chains—the magical threads burying into his flesh—and began pulling them upward.

His greatest fear wasn’t being imprisoned. It was not being able to protect Sigrid.

That they would hurt her. That they would take her away from him.

The thought of them sending her home—without him—drove Silas insane. The ground trembled beneath his savage roars.

He looked like a beast about to break free from its shackles, but fighting against two fully grown Selenias at once was no joke.

Ignoring the agonizing pain, Sigrid lunged at Renata.

Taking out the weakest one first was the smarter move.