The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 150

VALERIA

“Could something have happened to my sister?” Quinn immediately stepped closer, tense and worried—just like the rest of us.

By now, Celine should have found Beof and contacted us. I had a bad feeling too.

“I can’t reach her; I can’t activate the small magic seal I left on her body. But, Quinn, maybe it's because I don’t know how to do it properly. I’m still learning a lot of things…”

“I’ll help you.”

“But, Mother…” I saw Gabrielle rise from the couch and walk hesitantly toward me. I stepped forward to take her hand and guide her.

I glanced at Aldric standing nearby in the corner, his usual frown even deeper than usual.

“Come on, let’s try together,” she smiled, taking both my hands and squeezing them.

I hesitated a little, then looked at Quinn, who was also staring at her intently. Those two seemed to have had some recent romantic troubles.

Sighing, I finally accepted, my hands sweating and my nerves on edge.

“Summon Brielle, order her to create a power circle to enhance the communication. Come on, do it like I taught you,” she instructed, and my gaze traveled over the long sleeves of her dress, her neck, and the exposed part of her chest.

Scars remained; she wasn’t the flawless woman she once was, but at least she didn’t look as vulnerable as before. The worst part was her blindness.

I did as she instructed, closing my eyes and guiding my magic. Hand in hand, we began reciting enchantments that poured into my mind.

It was incredible—I could feel our magic merging, hers a deep red and mine a dark black, entwining, dancing between our hands and around our bodies, making our clothes and hair swirl, combining to create something even more powerful.

It felt as if my mind traveled for miles and miles over the blue ocean, through fluffy clouds in the sky—I could almost feel the forest breeze, the scent of the earth, the scent of Celine...

“Celine?” I “saw” her inside a small tent, lying on a cot. Voices murmured nearby, and outside, I could hear the bustle of people and animals...

“Valeria? Valeria, is that you?” She sat up instantly, touching her shoulder where the activation of the spell must have burned.

“Celine, it’s me! Where are you? Are you in danger?” I asked quickly, feeling that I didn’t have much time. My mother’s hands trembled, and something within Celine resisted me.

“No, no. Tell Quinn not to worry… my mate.”

“What?! Celine, talk fast!”

“I… I found my mate! I… managed to enter the castle...” I understood bits and pieces of what she was saying when suddenly, a sharp pain overwhelmed my head, like thousands of needles stabbing into my brain—a direct attack on my spell.

Something shoved me hard in the chest, abruptly severing the connection.

I stumbled back, opening my eyes in shock and fear, trying to regain my balance, but I felt myself losing it.

Strong arms caught me, my back colliding with a firm chest, preventing my fall. Yet, I didn’t have time to recover.

“Gabrielle!” Quinn’s roar echoed, and I saw, as if in slow motion, how he held my mother’s nearly unconscious body.