The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation

---- 185. MY LIFE AS A SCREWED-OVER SLAVE VICTORIA I always dreamed of living a life full of adventure, thrilling danger, and a love that would blow my mind... and my panties. Well, good news-I got exactly that. Not only did I end up in a place full of conflict and wild stories waiting to happen, but I also found the man who would flip my whole world upside down. Okay... two men at first, but that's a story for another time.

What really weighed on my soul, though, was how much I missed my family-my parents. And believe me, I was doing everything I could to find a way to reach them I even tracked down a suspicious tunnel that looked like it might lead somewhere. But those idiot vampires blew it up with magic while fleeing from our hunt. So, I had no choice but to keep digging for answers. And in the meantime, while looking for a portal, I could just keep ---- slowly torturing the one victim I had right at hand.

That proud, untamable lycan. aed I walked through the dim hallways toward his office. A tray with a snack in my hands, and a whole lot of attitude on my face. I stopped in front of the black, oppressive door-just like everything else in this freezing fortress. Knock, knock. I tapped twice. "Come in," his raspy voice came from inside, and just like that, my blood stirred. I ran the tip of my tongue over one sharp canine but shoved the craving down and slipped my angry mask back on.

Grabbing the handle, I stepped into the office lit by the massive fireplace. I walked calmly across the patterned rug, and his hazel eyes lifted to meet mine. He stared, his wolf pupils narrowing as they traced my every ---- move. That always-furrowed brow, those sharp masculine features. The tattoo that ran down his neck and disappeared into his broad chest under the robe, and the scar slicing through one eyebrow- it all made him look like a violent rebel. And he definitely was. To everyone...noveldrama

except me. He inhaled deeply through his nose, soaking in my scent as I circled the desk and stopped by his side. His pheromones flooded the room, thick with arousal, no attempt to hide how darkly he wanted me. "The kitchen made this for you... my lord." BAM! I practically threw the food at him and turned to leave. "Victoria." His deep voice vibrated through the room, calling my name. His large, rough hand gently wrapped around my wrist, but every inch of him radiated dominance.

"Still mad at me?" "A slave doesn't have the right to be mad at her master. I'm ---- leaving," I said, tugging my hand, even though I knew damn well he wouldn't let me go so easily.