The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation (Valeria) novel Chapter 329

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Elliot ran like a madman, barefoot, with no direction.

He didn’t feel the sharp stones or the scratches on his bare torso from the jagged branches in his path.

Sweat dripped from him, his breathing erratic.

He collapsed onto the soft grass in the middle of the dense forest. His entire body burned, as if his temperature kept rising endlessly.

His bones cracked in a strange way. He arched his back into a fetal position, enduring the painful tremors in his muscles.

With clawed hands, he clutched his head, which throbbed as if thousands of burning nails were piercing his skull.

His heart pounded so fast he thought it would explode, that he’d die right there.

He clutched his chest, his nails digging into his strong pectorals. Something inside him clawed to break free, to take control, to command his will—but he resisted.

He always resisted. The only time he hadn’t was that night.

He didn’t know exactly what had happened, but it had been something very similar; he lost control completely.

When he regained consciousness, a man was screaming beneath him, wounded and covered in blood.

Rossella’s father.

He had watched Elliot shift from beast to man. Elliot should have silenced him right then and there.

Instead, he made one of the worst mistakes of his life—letting him go, showing him mercy.

He had even paid him off for his silence. That bastard came back, of course he came back, and blackmailed him with proof of his transformation.

Elliot had no idea where he had gotten it from, but it was clearly some kind of sorcery.

A pendant with a black stone—one that contained a memory. A memory where Elliot saw himself for the first time, half-hidden by the night’s shadows, vaguely transformed into a massive, dark-colored beast.

He walked on two powerful legs, bloodstained fangs bared, sharp claws extended, his eyes glowing red with murderous intent, roaring in the middle of that desolate swamp, like something straight out of the worst nightmares.

Elliot didn’t even want to imagine what would have happened if he had shifted like that in the city instead of out there, crossing that wretched man’s land.

Marrying a woman he despised and accepting her baby as his own daughter was nothing compared to what would happen if others discovered him.

Death. Only death awaited him.

He didn’t know how to control it.

He didn’t understand the connection to his inner wolf, so he suppressed it—just like now.

Gritting his teeth, his elongated canines sank into his lip, blood dripping, his body trembling, hugging himself on the ground, resisting the shift with all his strength, even if it tore him apart.

"I’m normal. I’m an elemental. My mother is an elemental. I can’t be that monster. I’m the Duke… I’m normal," he repeated to himself over and over, over and over, for what felt like an eternity.

Eventually, he managed to suppress the surge of adrenaline and the primal call that had been triggered by the raw excitement of being next to Rossella.

Elliot squeezed his eyes shut.

He had to stay away from her, just like before.

Could Rossella have something to do with witchcraft? Was she casting something dark on him, enchanting him?

Her father had carried that enchanted pendant.

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