The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation by Luna Nova

Chapter 1367

---- 223. NOW YOU'RE MY SLAVE NARRATOR She could almost hear the sigh of relief Dracomir let out. "I prepared

a contract... you'll sign it with your blood." The Lord hadn't wasted any time. Rousse didn't say a word. He just

took the parchment and examined it. His nwasn't Zarek, and Victoria didn't belong to any realm in this

world. "All right, seems fair.

| just want to add that | hand her over willingly and hope to trade with your fortress in the future." He pretended

to gain more from the deal, like any noble would. He bit the tip of his finger and stamped his bloody print next to

the fake name. "lll make sure you're welcomed, but | don't want you anywhere near my slave." Dracomir

emphasized the my with a threatening hiss. Those wolfish pupils shot Rousse one last warning glance ---- before

leaving the tavern.

The Lord wasn't an idiot He'd already ordered an investigation to confirm whether that noble surntruly

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existed in the other werewolf realm. The problem was the distance-it would take time. There was something

about this supposed Zarek that didn't sit right with him. He hadn't been able to sense his animal side. But real or

fake, no one was taking Victoria from him. Rousse watched him storm out and then casually gathered up the

coins from the table. He wasn't about to leave behind a gift.

He was already thinking about all the things he'd buy for his little witch, while Victoria played the part of the self-

sacrificing slave. array Draco found his Beta waiting at the tavern's entrance. "Sir, just like you ordered, the

horses are ready, and the men are set. ---- "Good. Head to the town exit, I'll catch up," Dracomir instructed,

eager to get upstairs. But his Beta had more news to report.

"Sir, Miss Celia insisted on returning with us." "Damn it..." Draco muttered under his breath, annoyed. She wasn't

the kind of woman you could just shake off like a pesky fly. Celia was the daughter of two people far too

important to him "Then escort her carriage and don't say a word about any of this," Dracomir said with a final

glance, watching him nod. He knew this would bring him headaches.

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But he'd run into Celia by chance

while she was shopping in this, town,

and now he had no choice butioget

her SEIT back tote Corres. The

lyeah s steps slowed as he

approached that door. Damn it. He

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couldn't remember the last the'd

felt this nervous. He raised his hand

and knocked softly, a few times. The

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