The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation

---- 'Or I'll be the one to chop off your little sausage,' was the very clear message behind Sigrid's polite smile. The winter man got the message loud and clear and nodded. Sigrid looked into her daughter's pleading eyes. She wouldn't make things hard on the prince. He seemed like a good man, even though there were many things left to explain. "Prince Aidan, did you store the other fragment of that thing or do you know where it is?" Valeria asked.

"Lavinia saw in a vision that there were two." "Unfortunately, no," he answered, frowning with his intimidating snout. "I've tried to trace my magic from the ice spell, but I can't find it in these lands." Everyone fell silent for a moment, thinking... "Looks like our theory is correct-that Drakkar can only move between realms where there are fragments of the Heart," Valeria concluded the obvious. ---- Maybe if they took the final piece of magic to his realm, Drakkar could go with Lyra.

But after what happened today, there were a lot of doubts. Maybe all this violent explosion happened because the " Heart" was more tame where it was created. "If we take Drakkar, maybe he won't be able to come back to explore anymore," Sigrid thought aloud. "You can leave him here as long as you need. You're also welcome at the royal palace," offered the massive lycan exuding icy mist. That's how they planned it: they would bring Lyra, and their wildling wouldn't return to the jungle just yet.noveldrama

This night's been way too long," Valeria said as a whirlwind of ravens surrounded her and lifted her through the mist to the surface. The ice lycan gently cradled his princess to his chest and jumped upward, digging his claws into the earth wall. He started climbing, shielding Nyx even though she could've done it herself just fine. "Wait," Silas stopped Sigrid as she was about to spread her wings to follow their daughter and Valeria.

In a breath, she was swept into the arms of her snowy- haired lover, pressed against his solid body, kissed deeply by those cold lips. "Silas, no, Drakkar's body is still lying there... poor guy." The Specter King couldn't care less. His tongue traced the softness of those lips he was dying to ---- bite. Ever since their children went missing, they'd lived in total agony. "My Lady, I've brought our pups back.

When we get home, I expect my reward," he whispered against her mouth, his magnetic tone bewitching Sigrid. "You're getting bolder every day, my beloved Silas," she smiled, in love with those golden eyes that only lit up for her. "Thank you for finding them," she caressed his cheek, and no more words were needed-their hearts were beating in perfect sync. Silas kissed her hand with devotion and let her go. But just as Sigrid rose with her magic, she heard a question from behind. "Do you think I'm starting to act like your father?" 2