The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 87

VALERIA

For this journey, two carriages were prepared—Quinn and Celine rode in one, while Aldric and I shared the other.

Truthfully, things had been tense between us these past days. I suppose that’s inevitable when there are so many differences and secrets in a relationship.

I had thought of countless ways to resolve it, but all of them led back to the same conclusion: I needed to tell him the truth, to be honest with him.

Yet every time his hate-filled words echoed in my mind, my confidence crumbled.

Watching the forest pass by, I remembered when I used to run through these woods like a lost soul until I reached Golden Moon.

As the landscape became more and more familiar, memories of the past flooded my mind.

All the pain and humiliation I felt that night when I lost my pup.

“Are you going to keep giving me the cold shoulder forever?” A low whisper tickled the side of my neck.

I felt the weight of Aldric’s head resting on my shoulder, his long hair brushing lightly against my arm.

He had moved closer, pressing his thigh against mine and surrounding me with his slightly unsettled pheromones.

“What do I have to do to make you forgive me for yelling at you?” If only it were as simple as his tone of voice.

“It’s killing me to see you won’t even look at me. Don’t think I didn’t notice you trying to ride with Celine instead of staying here with me. What, do you hate me that much?”

His hand gently cupped my chin, turning my face toward him as his fingers caressed my cheek. I drowned in those cold, silver-gray eyes—so distant yet so beautiful.

Hearing him plead with me made my heart ache.

I wasn’t angry at Aldric, not really. I was angry at life, at my destiny. Didn’t I deserve to be happy with someone?

“I’m not mad at you. I’m not that petty,” I said softly, raising my hand to touch his sharp, masculine face, smoothing his reddish stubble with my fingers.

“It’s just… I guess I feel a bit melancholy about returning to my old pack. Not that anyone there should remember me—I moved away afterward.”

“You’ve never told me which pack you moved to. You know, the one that bastard belonged to—the one I’d like to dig up just so I could tear him apart with my bare hands,” he said through gritted teeth, making me tense up.

I didn’t want to give him any details. He only knew a distorted version of my past, the one I had chosen to share. I had never gone into specifics, fearing it would expose too much.

Who would believe that a mere omega like me had killed a powerful Alpha like Dorian?

“I don’t want to talk about something so unpleasant. It has nothing to do with the pack we’re going to,” I confessed with a sigh.

I leaned in to give him a soft kiss on the lips, but as I tried to pull away, he held the back of my head, deepening the kiss. He leaned further into me, pinning me into the corner of the carriage.

His passion, his desire, the intensity of his feelings for me—they all poured into that kiss. It told me he loved me.