The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation

---- He put the weapon away and slowly stepped forward, walking past the dying wolf. His mind was racing. He was terrible at talking to women. "H-Hi." He lowered his voice as much as possible, but still saw her flinch in fear. "I won't hurt you. I didn't know... I thought it was just an animal in pain," he explained why he'd almost killed the wolf. That calmed her down a bit. An awkward silence fell between them. "Damn it," Rousse cursed internally, completely lost.

oa "Can you do it?" a sweet voice asked out of nowhere. "Excuse me?" "End Ron's suffering. Please... I don't want him to suffer anymore .. please." She suddenly raised her head, and Rousse saw her clearly. ---- She had covered her eyes with the tom cloth, but even so, her beauty was impossible to hide. She looked like a porcelain doll. Pale skin with freckles scattered across her nose, cheeks flushed with color. Tears streamed down her delicate face. She bit her plump lower lip, which trembled.

Rousse had never seen a woman so beautiful Her tousled blonde hair fell across her forehead. "1..." He was speechless for a second. "Of course. I can do that." He finally said, turning to glance at the suffering wolf behind him. Rousse stepped forward and pulled out the dagger again. No hesitation, no mercy games. That creature was clearly in agony. He ran the blade across its throat without flinching. How many times had he killed in his life? He couldn't even remember the count anymore...

not the faces, not the screams. She was crying softly by the time he came closer. She looked ---- lost, vulnerable. "I'm looking for the witches who live in this forest. I have business with them-it's nothing bad. Can you help me?" He asked. "There are no witches left here. My mentor... her whole clan... when I came back, they were gone," she answered truthfully. Rousse frowned, doubtful. "I can pay for their spells.

I swear, I'm not with the wolves." "I'm not lying!" the sorceress said quickly, jumping to her feet like a spring. But as she tried to follow his voice, she tripped over some roots 'on the ground. "Ahh!" Rousse instinctively reached out, catching her as she fell against his hard chest. Her warm skin touched his cold, lifeless body. Her blonde hair tickled beneath his chin, and the breeze carried the sweet scent of spring flowers. "I'm sorry, I'm clumsy... I...noveldrama

I can't see very well..." ---- She apologized shyly, trying to move away, but the moment her small hand touched his left pec, she froze. Meridiana, the sorceress, didn't feel a single heartbeat beneath her palm. Nothing. Like she had just touched... a corpse.