The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 11

VALERIA

"Mmmmnnn ggrr," I growled, and tears of helplessness rolled down my cheeks.

I despised feeling so defenseless. I hated this.

And a growing rage stirred deep within me as my legs were forcibly spread, sharp pain radiating through me while his fingers tore at my panties, trying to gain access to my most intimate place.

Everything started turning red— the same sensation I felt when I killed my ex.

A raven cawed from the treetops above, and my mind began slipping into darkness, surrendering to the fury building inside me.

Kill. Kill. Kill. It was the only thing I could think about now.

"Aaahhh!"

"What the fuck?! No, no, no... Aahaahhh!"

Screams filled the air, pulling me from my trance, and the weight on my hips suddenly lifted.

My hands were released too, and I shot up, trembling, ripping that filthy shirt off my face and yanking the gag from my mouth.

Something warm splattered across my face.

I touched my lips, feeling the thick liquid that stained my scars. In the darkness, I saw the fresh blood... and I could smell it in the air.

My head snapped up in time to see a clawed hand ripping through the chest of the man who had been about to violate me, bursting from his back.

His still-beating heart was gripped tightly between those claws, crushed into nothing but pulp.

Terror flooded my veins as I scrambled backward on the forest floor, trembling, unable to tear my gaze away from the bloody scene in the clearing.

"Wait! Please, wait! I can explain!" the warrior leader was now on his knees before a towering blond figure dressed entirely in black, looking like a messenger of death.

The other two corpses lay lifeless on the ground, massive holes torn through their chests, their hearts ripped out by a woman I had never seen before.

"Speak. Fast," the Lycan snarled, his voice sharp and commanding.

Under the pale moonlight filtering through the trees, I recognized him—he was the Guardian who had once asked me for a towel.

"This woman... we caught her trying to escape. Look! She stole from His Majesty and poisoned him! We were only teaching her a lesson in the King's name!"

"Liar! You're lying!" I snapped out of my daze, my voice hoarse and shaking with rage.

"I was at the housekeeper's home! They kidnapped me and tried to violate me! I didn't steal anything—the King gave me that money!"

I defended myself, my voice trembling with anger, but he kept accusing me.

"Both of you, SHUT UP!" The brunette woman beside the Lycan roared, silencing us.

I bit down on my trembling lower lip, filled with fury and despair, biting back my words.

He was part of their pack. Of course, they would believe him. But the King knew I hadn’t stolen anything... Yet it still wasn’t clear if Aldric himself had ordered this out of revenge.

"We're returning to the castle. The Lycan King will decide. But in this pack, we don't tolerate rape against women. You'll pay for this," the Guardian threatened, glaring at the warrior, who only bowed his head in a fake show of remorse.

"Move. And for your own good, don't try anything," the Guardian warned coldly, and I nodded in silent cooperation.