The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation by Luna Nova

Chapter 353

Chapter 354

---- and you, dont think | dont know how useless you are! Morgana yanked her hand away from Drusillas lips with

disgust.

sister, | dont know what you mean, II...

Drusilla shotfurtive glances, while | watched her from the corner of my eye, lazily pouring myself a glass of

wine.

sit down and stop sniveling! Its pathetic that you send the girl to do your dirty work! Useless! she barked, and

Drusilla, hiding her red eyes, sat across fromon the other side of the table.

Lovely family reunion.

Morgana clapped, and the servants entered with carts of food.

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She and Drusilla began discussing swapping their slaves and trying anew fertility method to see if the babies

wouldnt turn out defective.

Goddess, their obsession with perpetuating the bloodline was sickening.

| knew it was hard for supernatural beings to conceive, but this was downright deranged.

Electra was still considered the girl to Morgana because she thought her too youngstill in her phase of fooling

around and fucking slaves left and right.

Playing and exploring sex without the pressure Drusilla faced to get pregnantbut that would change soon.

---- | took her plump hand and gave the customary family greeting, silently promising I'd make her pay for it

later.

As | began to straighten, her long, red-nailed fingers brushed my chin, forcingto lift my gaze.

Electras eyes met cold, pale green oneslike a sleeping serpent lurked inside those orbs.

She stared atfor a second, during which | held her scrutiny and braced myself.

| didnt think shed figuredout.

Since | entered this room, I'd been measuring her magic too, and | wasnt afraid.

you've changed, Electra.

You seem more...

mature.

Which reminds me, youre about to turn fifty, arent you? No promising young.

man has caught your eye? she asked, finally releasing me, and | remained standing at her side.

Not yet.

Im quite satisfied with my slaves, | replied, just as the real Electra would have.

For the first time, | was grateful this woman wasnt a bootlicker like Drusilla.

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Though Ive heard about your peculiar tastes with slaves lately.

Well, as long as you're having fun and their manhood still worksmissing an arm, a leg, an eyel suppose thats just

part of your fetishes, she said dismissively, motioning forto sit beside her.

Drusilla practically threw herself at Morganas boots, like the pathetic lapdog she was.

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