The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 120

VAMPIRE KING

So I got up, barely able to breathe, and screaming like a madman, I lunged at her with my claws and fangs bared.

She lunged at me too. We fought like we did in the past, only this time it was to the death—no more games.

My attacks aimed for her throat, her eyes, her chest, her weak spots. But she just dodged and dodged, toying with me like a pet, leading me exactly where she wanted me.

Suddenly, her hand grabbed my head, her claws digging in so deep that I thought she’d crush my brain into pulp.

Furious and desperate, I struck at her chest, trying to wound her—but it didn’t even faze her.

Her beautiful, cruel face came closer, filled with hatred and resentment.

"Don’t think it’ll be that easy, Kael. As long as I live—and this time I plan to live for a very long time—you will always be by my side. Isn’t that what you wanted? Didn’t you crave my blood and power?"

Her vicious words froze me. Her claws sank deeper and deeper into my skull, and the pain brought me to my knees. I gripped her wrist in desperation, clenching my teeth to keep from groaning in agony and humiliation.

"Go to hell, damn you, Gabrielle! You and your daughter can rot! If only you had been mine... If you'd just looked at me once, none of this would have happened!" I roared, shoving her away and freeing myself, dizziness washing over me as more and more blood streamed down from the holes in my head.

I tried to stand, but I couldn't—nothing in my body would respond!

A searing burn coursed through my veins, like acid instead of life-giving blood.

"Give me back what belongs to me, thief," she said, calm and unwavering.

Unshaken, towering over me like always. They called her the Merciful One, but only I knew how bloodthirsty this woman could be with her enemies.

"Aaahhh!" I couldn’t hold back the scream as Gabrielle's blood began pouring from every pore and cavity in my body.

She was draining me alive. I crawled across the golden floor, trying to escape—I knew she wouldn’t kill me so easily. No, she would torture me for centuries.

I tried to summon my power again, but another scream tore from my throat when my arm was ripped clean off my body.

Through the blinding pain and tears of blood, I looked toward the entrance to Umbros' prison. I could feel its unstable vibrations.

A suicidal idea crept into my mind.

I’d rather die quickly than suffer a slow, agonizing torment for centuries.

At least, if I didn’t survive, neither would her damn precious daughter.

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