The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation (Valeria) novel Chapter 274

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But after only a few steps, Sigrid collapsed to her knees again. The sound of the forbidden chants forced their way into her mind through her ears.

Where was it coming from? Damn it! BEHIND HER!

Sigrid rolled, barely avoiding the treacherous sneak attack.

Crouched low in the grass, she spotted her emerging from the dark shroud of the pines—it was that wretched Drusilla.

She was the one filling the air with those curses that were driving Electra insane.

Sigrid stumbled forward, trying to summon her magic, but when she cast a spell, it failed.

It wasn’t that Drusilla was growing stronger—it was her.

Sigrid was struggling more and more to maintain control over the body she had stolen.

Drusilla held the Book of Risorgimento in her hands. She was reading that ancient spell from it, and Sigrid knew exactly what it was—she was trying to trap her inside Electra’s body.

That was why she was losing the battle.

And to make matters worse, Drusilla suddenly yanked on a chain she held in her grip.

A trembling, naked body, eyes blank, completely spellbound and obedient, stumbled forward from behind the witch.

No… no, damn it, NO!

She had only confided in Renata and Alessandre that she believed this slave was Electra’s soulmate.

She had been too trusting in the end, and they had betrayed her in every possible way!

Sigrid clutched at Electra’s chest, on the verge of a heart attack, as Drusilla summoned a dagger in her hand and aimed it at the man by her side—like a lamb to the slaughter.

“NO!” Sigrid screamed, summoning a spear and hurling it desperately at Drusilla.

Her hands trembled, losing control over all her limbs.

It seemed like it would hit its mark.

But at the last second, Drusilla made the dagger disappear, yanked the chain, and used Electra’s mate as a shield.

The sharp tip of the magical weapon buried itself in the man's heart, tearing a sharp scream from his lips.

His poor, battered body couldn’t take any more. And so, at last, his suffering in this world came to an end.

In his final moments, a sky-blue light flickered in his tear-filled eyes as they met Sigrid’s.

A timid smile, a last, silent thank you before death claimed him.

«Maybe if you had bought me from the start, I would have had a chance»

That was the thought of that young elemental. But, unfortunately, he never got to take the place of the true villain.

Sigrid collapsed to her knees, unable to hold herself up.

“Goodbye, little Selenia.” She sneered down at her from above. Drusilla straightened up, preparing to chant the final part of the spell.

Sigrid’s eyes were half-conscious, dazed, defeated.

Drusilla intended to control Electra with this power—to become the new ruler of the fiefdom.

But Sigrid tricked her. She resisted with sheer will, waiting for her to lower her guard. The grip on her hair loosened. That idiot even got distracted flipping the page.

Then, she felt it— The beastly roar of Silas. The shattering of chains, exploding into the air. The ground quaked like an earthquake. He was coming for her.

She could feel his demonic energy surging toward her like lightning.

Before Drusilla could react, as she was withdrawing her hand from Sigrid’s dark hair— A gleam of light flashed in her pupils— The razor-sharp shine of a sword.

Drusilla’s screech pierced through the forest. Her severed arm fell to the grass, drenching it in blood that splattered onto Sigrid’s cold, mocking eyes.

“You filthy, disgusting parasite! Damn Electra!”

The moment she saw those green eyes, cold and murderous, staring at her just as Electra had in the past—panic coiled around her soul.

The Book of Risorgimento crashed onto the ground with a dull thud, as Drusilla clutched at the stump of her arm, severed just above the elbow.

“A gift from your dear sister,” Sigrid spat with fury, and before the stunned eyes of everyone around— A dark mist swirled around her, swallowing her whole.

A massive hand seized her and carried her to the safety of her master.