The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation (Valeria) novel Chapter 406

KATHERINE

BAM! BAM!

"AAAHHH!" I screamed in panic, almost feeling the breath on my nape. The damn window wouldn’t stop slamming.

I got up on shaky legs, but I ran like a crazed lunatic, clutching the small chest against my chest.

The light from the exit hole seemed so close, yet so far.

I thought I heard footsteps chasing me, the white sheets around me resembling hands and monsters lurking, wrapping me in this curse.

I threw the chest through the entry gap and jumped after it.

With my eyes barely open, I sat on the floor and lowered my legs, clinging to the stairs, too afraid to see something right in front of my face.

His face. That accusatory face, full of hatred and thirst for revenge.

In my desperate attempt to throw myself down and escape, my foot slipped, and one of the steps split in half.

I clung to the wood with my nails, seeking stability, but the sensation of falling into the void flooded my senses.

I clawed at the air in desperation, opening my eyes only to see the dark square of the attic staring down at me from above. I screamed, bracing for an impact that never came.

"AAAHHH!"

"Katherine!" Elliot’s roar pierced through the fog in my mind.

My back slammed against a strong chest, and powerful arms caught me in midair.

"Vorath!" I screamed upon realizing it was my lycan. I clung to him, sobbing, my head still full of dark fragments, emotions that didn’t belong to me.

"Sweetheart, calm down, calm down, little one, you’re safe now, you’re safe now." He held me tightly against him, his wolfish words soothing my frayed nerves.

Gentle caresses brushed my cheeks, wiping away my tears.

"My love, what happened, Kath? Don’t be afraid, calm down. Is something wrong with that place? We’ll check it out..."

"NO!" I straightened up immediately, grabbing his massive furry head and looking straight into his ruby-red eyes, filled with concern.

"Don’t go up there! That place holds too many bad things. Just don’t go!"

"Alright, we won’t, sweetheart. Calm down." he assured me, and I felt more relieved.

I knew it was all just an illusion. So much lingering resentment, mixed with magic, but it felt so real, so horrible.

I sniffled, controlling the tremors in my body, clinging to him and burying my face in the soft fur collar around his neck.

His footsteps echoed as he carried me away from that hallway. I would never go back. I had the feeling I was forgetting something, but I didn’t even look back.

"What is that, little wolf?" I asked, lifting my head.

I got a lick on my lips in response.

"It’s food for my female and my pup," —he said proudly, clearly reveling in it. "I hunted it to feed you."

"Thanks for my share," I heard Elliot mutter, and I smirked in amusement.

Even when they tried to hide it, the tension between them was obvious.

"Wow, what reliable husbands I have. I don’t feel even a shred of fear with you two by my side. You’re amazing," —I cupped his fierce muzzle, pressing his damp nose against the tip of mine.

Such a cute beastie of mine.

A massive lycan carrying a tiny woman in his arms under the moonlight.

"Baby, I want my reward for being a good male."

Suddenly, that lustful wolf was sniffing my neck, lowering seductively to the curve between my breasts, licking them lasciviously.

He had gone hunting for breakfast, and now he was already asking for payment.

I take back what I said about cute. This is just a perverted, greedy beast.