The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 16

VALERIA

"Y-Your Ma—"

"Don’t even think about it," Aldric snapped, his voice sharp, and the man’s lips clamped shut as if glued together.

I had noticed he preferred to keep a low profile, avoiding the mention of his title whenever possible.

The newcomer remained frozen in the middle of the room while the guests at the tables avoided direct eye contact with us—yet it was obvious they were all eavesdropping on the drama.

"Valeria, go to the room," his deep voice ordered, and I nodded, watching him head toward the exit with that wolf who, despite his submissive demeanor, definitely seemed like an Alpha.

I climbed the creaking old stairs up to the third and final floor while the coachman fetched the luggage.

The narrow hallway led to the so-called "largest" room available, as indicated by the number on the key.

"You’ve got to be kidding me," I muttered, on the verge of pulling my hair out. "I’m screwed."

Sighing, I removed my cloak and glanced around.

A tiny bed was shoved against the wall, and across from it stood a glass-paned door leading to a small balcony.

A folding screen separated the sleeping area from a rustic wooden tub.

With just the King alone, this room was already cramped—let alone with both of us.

Am I supposed to sleep in the bathtub?

Resigned, I approached the balcony door and opened it, gazing out at the distant, ancient pack.

Small wooden houses with tall chimneys lined the valley, smoke rising into the sky.

Mountains surrounded us on all sides, enclosing the settlement like a forgotten memory.

For some reason, it reminded me of my original pack—the place where I was born and where my parents had died that tragic day.

A day so confusing... so painful.

"Is sharing a room with me that awful? You look like someone just died."

That rough, deep voice whispered suddenly at my ear, making me tense and pulling me from my thoughts.

"Y-Your Majesty... you won’t have any privacy or space—"

"Stop calling me that," he corrected, though he didn’t move an inch away, his warm breath fanning against my neck.

"I can decide for myself whether I’m uncomfortable or not. Besides, why does it bother you so much? Are you afraid I’ll take advantage of you tonight?"

His voice was husky, seductive even—but to me, it felt like a cruel joke.

"Why would the King bother with his ugly maid when he could have any beautiful woman in his bed?"

The words came out more bitter than I had intended, my gaze dropping to the floor.

In a flash, a strong hand seized my waist, spinning me around to face him.

My breath caught.

Pressed firmly against his chest, there wasn’t a sliver of space between us.

His hand gripped the back of my neck, tilting my head upward, forcing me to meet those icy, moon-gray eyes.

"Don’t ever call yourself ugly or worthless in my presence again," he growled, threateningly.

"Anyone who dares insult you like that... I’ll rip their throat out."

His thumb traced my cheek, brushing gently over the jagged scars.

Rough yet tender.

Harsh but gentle.