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Tatiana keeps her head down. "I dare not stray from your cause brother, I could never be lost, I remain devout to your purposes. Antonio scoffs.

"Get out," he orders the woman on the bed and she scampers for her clothes, running out of the room faster than her legs can carry her.

Antonio slowly walks towards Tatiana and as he does so, his naked body is slowly covered with clothes that grow out of his skin and by the time he gets to her, he is fully clothed in white silk trousers and long sleeve shirt. He extracts his claw and pinches under Tatiana's chin, drawing blood as he lifts her face up to look into her eyes.

"You say you are not lost? You call me a liar?"

Tatiana swallows in trepidation, a chill runs down her spine from the low yet threatening tone of his voice and she shudders, the pain in her chin feeling non-existent, nothing compared to the fear that seizes her heart.

Words are to be watched around her brother, his temper is something no leash can hold, only the beast within him knows when and how it sees fit to unleash his temper and she knows that being his only last living relative will not spare her his wrath.

Her brother, Antonio Miguel Darkside, the Lycan King, ruler of the werewolf race, guardian of the celestial moon and the first creation of Selene is not a man to be trifled with, his wrath is like a raging fire and it consumes everything in its path and she fears that she may have incurred that wrath for him to have summoned her.

"If I am lost, show me the way my King," she replies, stifling a painful grunt from escaping her.

Showing pain is a sign of weakness, Antonio does not tolerate weakness.

He yanks his claws away from her chin, slicing it open and blood starts to pour but Tatiana remains like a statue, unmoved, not showing any signs of pain or discomfort.

"I gave you a mission when I asked you to infiltrate the blood oak pack. Remind me again, my old memory fails me," Antonio says in a calm gentle voice, eyes tight as he stares at her. "To seduce and claim the Alpha as mine," Tatiana says robotically.

"Really?" Antonio smirks at her and his eyes become full of pity. "You're bleeding," he says in a pitiful tone, "oh my dear..." he rubs down her hair gently and as he does so, her wound closes up.noveldrama

"So tell me how devout you are to that cause of mine, I imagine the Alpha is in your bed already?" He crouches in front of her, speaking in a coy tone but his dark eyes are full of rage. "The alpha secludes himself. I need more time brother, he is hard to reach," Tatiana replies in a steady voice but her fear oozes from it.

"Excuses," Antonio barks at her. "If you mess up my plan, you know what happens next, don't you?"

"My bones become ash, my skin turns to dust for my life is yours and you may take it at will," Tatiana recites in a sad rhythm, staring down at her blood on the floor.

"Exactly, you incompetent bitch," Antonio stands up and grips her throat, choking the hair out of her lungs as he lifts her completely off the ground.

Tatiana's feet dangle but she doesn't struggle, she doesn't fight back or try to wrestle free from his grasp, even as the air is being cut out from her lungs and her eyes are fluttering open and close, even as his claws are dipping into her neck, piercing muscle and grazing bone, she remains stoic, limp at his mercy.

Strangling her like this is her brother being merciful, there are things he could do to her that would but her in a state of mental and emotional torment and torture.

His magical powers are dark and

dangerous. He is an anomaly, a

beast that shouldn't exist.

Werewolves are werewolves, shapeshifters, witches and

sorcerers are witches are sorge

with their magical powers but her brother, the Lycan king is the first and only being to exist on both sides of the spectrum.

He is both a Lycan and a sorcerer. Their father, the late Lycan king, had three sons, each born to him froma different mother. Antonio was the third and his mother was a powerful witch that was captured by his father.