The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation

---- 188. A REALM IN DECLINE VICTORIA "We can talk calmly in the sitting room," my mate's voice interrupted at just the right moment. When he approached my mother, he lowered his posture a little more. Maybe because he mistook her for a she-wolf, not realizing Celine was hiding those vampire fangs. "You're Victoria's mate," she identified him right away. How could she not, when our scents were completely mixed? "Lam..." "That remains to be seen," Dad muttered through gritted teeth.

The undead's claws almost peeked out from between the stones, waiting for his signal. Immersed in their magical dimension, ready to strike. "Love..." "You have no idea how comfortable your little girl was. While you were dying of anxiety, putting the b..." ---- "Enough, Zarek!" My mom's roar made me flinch. When she got angry, honestly, she was scarier than Dad. Her pupils flashed a dangerous reddish hue, and that was when sweet Camilla was in control. Alpha Mia was a little more deadly.

"Are you a vampire or a she-wolf?" Dracomir asked, frowning. "I'ma hybrid, got a problem with that?" she raised that brown eyebrow that gave everyone chills. "N-no, ma'am, not at all," my mate answered quickly. He even shot me a look like, "You didn't tell me your mom was. this intense?" Yeah right. You think anyone can tame a sadist like my father by being sweet and gentle all day? "Let's go to that sitting room. I could really use a seat." Finally, Mom let go of the tension.

She took Dad's hand, ready to be led by my mate. ---- I stared at their backs. Something else was going on here. Dad's words had sounded off, way too anxious. The only one who could calm him down was his mate, but he was in full war mode. Not even she would've managed to tame him quickly. Why had the vampire prince backed off so fast? "Come on," Draco looked at me from the door, then at the magic portal inside the room. "I'm not going anywhere. I'll catch up," I told him with a sigh.noveldrama

And here I was, teasing my mom about being more of a babysitter than a wife-and I was doing the same thing. These guys were way too possessive. He reluctantly left the room, and I was just about to follow when I heard footsteps behind me. "As always, your exits and entrances gotta be the most dramatic."