The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation (Valeria) novel Chapter 395

KATHERINE

"Done." Clap, clap, clap.

I dusted off my hands, admiring my work. It wasn’t spotless, but it was livable and decent enough.

I glanced toward the hallway, where my good boy waited like a student before his teacher.

"Come, bring the girl, love," I called, watching as he rose onto his powerful hind legs, carefully carrying the child.

Now that the adrenaline was wearing off, his words from the bridge echoed in my mind.

As I watched him step through the narrow doorway with slight difficulty, I moved to help, my hands brushing gently against his strong forearms.

Elliot had said this creature loved me, just like he did… Were they separate beings? Or the same? And he loved me? Just like that? So suddenly?

Love, to me, was a serious word. Our eyes met—his wolfish, penetrating ones—and for some ridiculous reason, I felt nervous.

My heart skipped a beat.

"Ahem." I coughed, feigning composure. "Let’s lay her on the bed. I found some clean sheets in the closet. Did you come here often?"

I tried to make conversation, but he neither nodded nor shook his head.

With delicate care, he placed Lavinia’s small body onto the mattress.

Observing her closely, I noticed the tiny cuts across her pale skin, the bruises and scrapes. Everything else faded from my mind.

"My poor baby… Those bastards…" I swallowed the lump in my throat, clenching my teeth in rage.

I removed her dirty, tattered shoes and tucked her beneath the old blanket, which carried a faint musty smell. It was that or let her freeze.

A low growl beside me snapped me back to the moment.

"What is it?" I asked, watching him sit on the floor beside the bed, brushing against my thighs.

He opened his mouth and mimicked a swallowing gesture, then pointed at Lavinia.

"Eat?" He nodded immediately. "Is there food here? A pantry?"

I prepared to search for something to regain our strength—I wasn’t doing great myself.

But he shook his head. His rough hand took mine, guiding my fingers to Lavinia’s lips before opening his mouth.

"You want me to… what… hold her mouth open?" I guessed after several failed attempts. "Okay, like this?"

I gently parted her pale lips, revealing her small teeth. What was he trying to do?

I found out soon enough—and it terrified me. I watched as one of his deadly claws sliced through his thick wrist like paper.

He immediately pressed the open wound to Lavinia’s parted lips.

"No! Wait, what are you—!" I tried to stop him, but a deep growl froze me in place.

He leaned closer—practically over me—while I sat at the edge of the bed. Lavinia swallowed on instinct.

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