The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation (Valeria) novel Chapter 377

NARRATOR

IN DUKE THESIO’S CAMP…

"Have you gotten anything out of that spy?" Thesio asked the messenger who returned on horseback.

He was stationed in an improvised camp, a bit far from the main camp controlled by his general.

"No, sir, not even under torture has he said anything useful," the man reported. Thesio frowned, sitting on the fallen trunk of a tree.

He would have liked to intimidate that man himself, but it wasn’t in his best interest to be in such a compromising place.

He knew Elliot; that man would latch onto anything to incriminate him, and now, with that secure box in his possession, Thesio feared the worst.

In an extreme case, he could find himself a scapegoat, claim that Arthur was the mastermind, that he had acted behind his back. That’s why it wasn’t wise to show his face.

"Go back and tell Arthur to eliminate him, dismantle all the evidence, and pack up the camp without leaving anything behind," he decided instantly.

Enough of this game of cat and mouse. It was clear he had been caught cheating. Now, he had to figure out how to get out of the consequences.

Watching his man ride away, he walked toward his horse with his small escort of three warriors.

Thesio was furious. Once again, that bastard Elliot had played him, and he hadn't managed to ruin him as he intended.

But this wasn’t over.

He would seek help again from that "ally." He would have to help him—or he would turn him over to the Regent.

*****

"Alright, you asked for it." Arthur stared at the half-dead man they held under the tree, where a noose hung from a sturdy branch.

He thought the man would beg, would talk in the face of imminent death. However, just as he turned his back, he heard a low, distorted laugh.

"Is dying so damn funny, you idiot?!" he spun around, exasperated, watching as they forced the man onto the wooden stump, the rope about to be slipped over his neck.

Álvaro lifted his head, barely able to hold it up.

"Yes… it's hilarious knowing… that I was the first to eat the pussy… you now guard so fiercely…" Álvaro smirked, his lips cracked and peeling.

Coughing blood, his whole body ached. His vision blurred—he could only see shadows through the small slit of one eye.

"Did she tell you… she was a virgin…?"

"SHUT UP!" Arthur roared in fury. He wasn’t stupid—he had clearly seen the exchange of glances between them.

The foreman had informed him that Alexia had entered the tent to see the prisoner. She told him it was just an acquaintance. He didn’t believe her at all, but he preferred to deceive himself.

"Hang him the fuck up already! NOW, PUT THE ROPE ON HIM NOW!" his enraged shouts echoed through the camp.

Immediately, the noose was placed around the prisoner’s neck, his hands tied in front of him.

No matter how much he struggled—this seemed to be his end. Not far away, hidden behind the horses, Alexia wiped her damp eyes with trembling hands.

Álvaro had brought this upon himself. There was nothing she could do for him now.

She turned her head aside when the stump was kicked, and the body of her first love dropped, legs kicking, struggling against suffocation with involuntary spasms.

"And be grateful I don’t have time to cut off your balls and make you eat them, you son of a bitch," Arthur sneered, watching the body swing. With each passing second, Álvaro lost more oxygen.

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