The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 175

CELINE

Their auras clashed like two elite males facing off.

Gabrielle and I exchanged glances, rolling our eyes.

"Men," she whispered in my mind, and I sighed, secretly amused by the tense situation.

"I accept you taking her as your mate, but the moment you hurt her, even if it costs me my life, I will take her away. She has never been a burden to me," my brother suddenly declared, and the atmosphere grew sharper.

"I'm grateful that you've taken care of her until now, and for that alone, you will always have my support whenever you need it. Besides, we are family now. Rest assured, to me, my mate is the most valuable and important thing in this world."

"I would never harm her," Zarek replied without hesitation, then lowered his gaze to look at me.

And just like that, I watched my brother's broad back disappear down the hall, Gabrielle whispering sweet nothings in his ear.

For some reason, now that we were alone, I started feeling nervous, my stomach fluttering with anticipation.

And it only got worse when his hot breath brushed against my ear.

"Go to your room now and change into what’s on the bed. Leave only the black choker on your neck. Don’t take too long."

I shivered at his husky, whispered command.

Swallowing hard, I nodded, his intoxicating scent overwhelming my senses, his pounding chest pressed against my rigid back.

I walked to my room with legs like jelly, and even though I wasn't some virginal girl, I felt like one.

"Calm down, Celine, you're a damn Alpha wolf. You should be devouring that cocky vampire yourself," I muttered to myself as I approached the elegant white box resting on the bed.

Where did he even get all this? Of course, within these walls, anything was possible for him.

I untied the black satin ribbon and nearly died of embarrassment when I saw its contents.

"Can I still trade him for a less perverted mate?" I asked the other two inside me, their eyes just as wide as mine.

Sighing, I went to the massive bathroom—the same one I had fantasized about before.

After hesitating for a second, I dressed… or rather, I barely covered myself.

I looked at the full-length mirror, adjusting the crisscrossing straps of the semi-transparent black lace mini skirt, which tied at the sides of my almost-exposed thighs.

I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to cover the matching black lace piece that barely crossed over my breasts and fastened behind my neck.

My pink areolas were completely visible, and my nipples were already peaking, standing out through the delicate fabric.

My legs, stomach, entire back—everything exposed.

"Goddess, I might as well have come out naked. Should I put a robe over this?"