The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation

---- 233. THE ENEMY LIVES IN YOUR HOUSE VICTORIA The pounding in my chest was about to give me away. Should I tell him the truth? I didn't know... I still felt like I couldn't fully trust him. What if he locked me up in his fortress tower to keep me from escaping? "L... well..." "Wait... sshh." Before I could mess it up, he tensed and pressed his finger to my lips. His furrowed gaze shifted toward the curtains separating the bedroom from the outer chamber. "Something's happened.

My Beta's looking for me, and he knows damn well not to interrupt me," his stern expression said it all-trouble. "Go, go, Draco, it's okay," I began to slide off him, but he pulled me back and kissed me. It seemed painfully hard for him to leave. "Damn it, now I want to leave even less. Somebody better be ---- dead," he muttered, finally getting out of bed He walked in all his naked glory to the wooden chest and pulled out a pair of pants and a loose linen shirt.

He dressed fast and efficiently, slipping into his boots. "Get some rest and don't worry. I'll be back soon." He kissed my lips, leaving me tangled in the furs as he stormed out, clearly pissed-poor Beta didn't stand a chance. I stared at the dark ceiling, my body still humming from the amazing sex. But my mind was far from calm. Suddenly, in the middle of my thoughts, a voice slipped in. "Miss Victoria, we need to talk." "Roussel" I sat up in bed. "Where are you?

I'm on my way." Since Draco had just left and the camp seemed distracted, I slipped out. I cleaned up a bit, got dressed, and lifted the back of the tent to melt into the shadows. But just as I was nearing the forest's cover, a patrol of warriors was searching for something. ---- I crouched behind some bushes, listening to them talk about someone who had gone missing I couldn't focus on that-they were getting closer. It was impossible to hide like before. They were going to find me!noveldrama

Draco's strong scent still lingered on me, and these plants wouldn't mask it much longer. I was already thinking of some excuse for being out at night when something grabbed my ankle. That same sensation I'd felt since I was little. Something yanked me down, and like a spell, I vanished into a circle of black runes burned into the earth. It only lasted a second but opened a portal that dropped me into Rousse's undead space.

When I opened my eyes, I was in that tunnel of dark bricks, with torches flickering along the walls. This was Rousse's underground route for travel. All of it powered by the dark magic my father had gifted him. "Rousse! You got your powers back! How?"