The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation

---- 136. TRICKS AND DECEPTIONS NARRATOR Something evil was stirring in the Drakmor mountain, poisoning their minds and clouding their senses. Especially the Alpha's. Wounded in his soul, unable to recover from the murder of his mate-and now, his son. Ignacio roamed the forest, his footsteps shaking the earth beneath his massive body, towering above many trees.

He had remained in his territory all these years, but ever since he banished her and watched her leave, the bond between them kept pulling him farther and farther from his domain. His second destined female had appeared in his life. He knew she had fled to the continent of the werewolves, and there he was, watching over the cave entrance that connected the realms. Torn on whether or not to go after her. ---- Deep down, he didn't believe she had killed their son...

Ignacio wasn't sure of anything anymore. And when the red pupils locked onto the figure in the clearing outside the cave, his mind finally snapped into the spell's trap. A massive Drakmor moved fast, black scales shimmering under the moonlight. Ignacio froze, stepping out from the bushes where he'd been hiding. It was his original mate, the Drakmor he had killed with his own jaws.

He let out a low growl, taking steps toward her, but she looked at him for a second before disappearing into the cave's shadows. The Alpha Drakmor stood frozen, hesitating for a moment. Logic told him this was impossible, but illusion magic hung thick in the air. ---- If he'd still been the old Ignacio, the one raised among winter men and ancient power, he wouldn't have fallen for such a cheap trick.

But between the corrupted energy plaguing his mountain and the deceit of sorcerers, his mind had been fully clouded. He ran after the image of his long-dead mate. He plunged into the maze of tunnels and stone passages, his steps echoing until he emerged on the other side. He crushed the underbrush on one of the many swampy islands, and in a clearing in the woods, he found more lies. Two men were "attacking" his female, who was losing the fight, wounded under their jaws.

With a savage roar, Ignacio lunged at them-at the very race he had sworn to protect. His enormous teeth tore through nothing. The shadows vanished into thin air... but to him, it all felt real. noveldrama