The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation (Valeria) novel Chapter 448

SIGRID

«Spectral portals were opening along the walls, just like when Silas summoned them from the place he had created for them.

Massive hands emerged, whispering excitedly, laughter echoing in frenzied tones.

A shiver ran down my spine as I felt the intense surge of dark energy, so overwhelming that even Nyx’s flowers withered under its presence.

"Silas, stop it!" My voice came out strained as I looked at him again, leaning toward the babies beside me.

"It’s not me." His head was lowered, eyes locked on the infant in his hands, holding him up to his chest with both arms.

"The baby... he’s the one summoning my specters. I can’t... I can’t control them. They refuse to return. They’ve been called by a new master." Even he sounded lost.

I clutched my daughters against my chest, holding them close as I tried to move toward him.

A single moment of distraction, and the entire cave trembled. The ground shook violently, as if the earth itself was splitting apart.

"Silas!" I screamed, expanding my magic to protect us, terrified the ceiling might collapse. But as soon as my energy flared, it crashed against an invisible barrier, crackling like sparks in the air.

Stunned, I turned toward the baby. His black hair floated, shifting as if moved by an unseen force, dark mist curling around him.

I couldn’t see his face. Silas was still holding him close.

He was the only one who had inherited my hair.

"Don’t be afraid, baby. Everything will be fine. He needs it. He needs the dark energy. Some of the specters will become part of him."

"What?!"

I didn’t understand at first. My body fought to move forward, pressing my daughters closer to my weakened frame.

Then the elements themselves answered the call.

Powerful gusts of wind swirled through the small space, tearing through the cave.

Squinting, I watched as hundreds of shadows crawled out of the cracks in the walls. Bubbling black tar oozed from the openings and surged toward my pup, merging with him.

How was he absorbing so much raw, vengeful energy? So dark and violent?

But Silas held him firmly, his own eyes completely black now, his aura weaving itself around the child.

A cyclone of spectral magic erupted, spiraling around us like a raging storm.

Thunder rumbled. Lightning streaked across the cave, flashing wildly in the chaos.

We were caught in the center, trapped in the eye of the storm, until the energy closed in and swallowed us whole.

I screamed Silas’s name into the abyss as I felt the spell reach its peak.

Silas had severed the cords with his claws. Everything had been so raw, so primal.

We had survived because we were strong. Because Silas’s power had fueled mine and kept me standing.

Warm hands wrapped around me, gentle, careful. He lay beside me, pressing soft kisses all over my sweat-dampened face.

"I don’t... I don’t even know how to thank you for this moment, Sigrid." His voice wavered slightly as he buried his face in the curve of my neck.

"It feels like I’ve gone back in time, back when I didn’t know how to tell you what I felt," he murmured, and my hand instinctively rose to stroke his hair. Tears of pure emotion spilled down my cheeks, tracing along his sharp jawline.

"But back then, I was confused. I didn’t recognize what you meant to this broken, withered heart. Now, I know without a doubt..."

Silas lifted his head, his gaze locking onto mine, intense and raw.

So happy. So beautifully tormented. My complicated, relentless man, the one who would kill and die for me, and now for our children.

I knew it. He showed me every second of my existence.

"I love you. I love you so much I can’t conceive a world without you. If you’re not by my side, I am nothing but hatred and pain."

His lips met mine, and for once, we didn’t need words.

Our souls spoke for us.»