The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 151

VALERIA

The atmosphere was electric, the tension between them so thick it could be cut with a knife.

"Of course, you're right," she whispered, lowering her head, but I could see the conflict in her as she bit her lower lip.

I had never seen her so submissive before. I think she sensed that her mate’s patience was reaching its limit.

"I’ll go prepare my things," Quinn said, moving closer to talk with Aldric about their strategy. It was crucial to locate the werewolf camp, which, unsure of their next move, had only been holding their position at the borders.

I approached my mother and sat on a small corner of the couch, letting her rest against my chest. I stroked her slightly withered hair, so different from the incredible woman I once caught a glimpse of.

"Mother, I know you have your fears, your past, but I have to tell you—you’re making a mistake," I finally expressed what I had been thinking. It felt strange to be giving my mother relationship advice, but someone had to do it.

"It feels so good to have my daughter pamper me and talk to me with such trust," she responded, sinking deeper into my chest and squeezing my arm.

I kissed her hair, feeling the warmth of the connection between our hearts.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. Enough of me showing you my most pathetic side," she finally said, sighing and sitting up just as Quinn’s footsteps faded down the hall toward his room.

I turned my head to see Aldric watching us silently, leaning against a column leading to the kitchen hallway.

"Valeria, talk to the White Witch. Ask her to come tonight—we’ll need her. King Lycan, prepare everything for departure. We won’t need the ship; it’s too slow."

"Mother, it won’t be anything that puts you at risk, right?" I took her hands anxiously.

"You all are my priority. If it’s risky, then—"

"I’m the last person who would put my blood at risk. Valeria will be fine."

"It’s not Valeria I’m worried about, Selenia Gabrielle," Aldric’s voice came cold and dominant, their wills constantly clashing. In the end, they were both powerful beings. "It’s you. You have a tendency to sacrifice yourself for the cause. I think the solution is simpler, but you insist on taking the hardest path. Don’t underestimate the power of a lycan. We are the ultimate evolution of werewolves."

I thought my mother would snap back with a sharp reply, but she remained silent, only nodding with a sigh.

"Go talk to the White Witch. Everything will be fine. We’ll reach the werewolf camp tonight," she said, attempting to stand.

I helped her, stunned but without questioning anything. She walked alone toward her mate’s room.

Tonight? Aldric and I exchanged looks, both with the same question in our eyes.

Unless we suddenly grew wings and flew... well, Aldric did fly once, although he doesn’t like to be reminded of it.

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