The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation by Luna Nova

Chapter 1410

---- 241. AN INVINCIBLE ARMY FOR MY LORD VICTORIA He kept tellingabout the past... « Dracomir had been

lured into this room ever since he was a pup. When he realized they weren't just harmless games in exchange

for forbidden candy for slave boys, he went to tell his mother. He believed she could protect him. I still remember

the day | found him crying and shaking in the hallway. He'd followed his mother's trail and found her in the

general's chambers.

He saw her darkest secret and the twisted things she did to keep him safe. Dracomir learned early on about the

sacrifices it took to survive inside this monster of stone and iron. And he kept quiet, hid it, and endured the

abuse as a blood slave. Until one day, when he was around twelve... it was his mother who caught him... in this

very room.» His words draggedinto gut-wrenching memories. ---- | don't even know how Draco has been able

to accept me, knowing I'm a vampire.

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Now | understand why he panics every t| try to feed from him. "His... his mother... what happened to her?"

My voice trembled. "She lost control that day," he said with a sigh. «Her agreement with the general was meant

to protect Dracomir, and obviously, being raped by the Lord's three eighteen-year-old daughters was not

protection. She lost her mind that day and rushed to defend her pup. Who knows what she found in this room.

She rebelled against the nobility and wounded one of them across the face. The girl would've healed, of course.

But that was unforgivable. The Lord punished her, and his brother did nothing to stop it. They took all of us to the

square. Dracomir was tied to one of the posts and forced to watch everything.» "They... they killed his mother?" -

--- "Yes. But not mercifully. The Lord wanted to teach us that if a vampire chose us as their sex toy...

it was supposed to be an honor." | didn't want to hear more. Just thinking about it hurt, but | couldn't escape his

words. "She was raped by the entire regiment of warriors, in front of her son, in front of all of us... until she bled

out, staring straight into her child's eyes." "No... no..." | covered my mouth as the tears rolled down my cheeks.

The image of a young Dracomir witnessing something so cruel... Goddess... it filledwith rage and shame

toward my own kind.

"From that day on, Agatha and I took care of him. Dracomir was no longer that spirited little boy. He became

withdrawn, bitter, cold... always scheming." "Scheming for rebellion," | finished his sentence, and he nodded.

"Plotting how to escape his fate," he added, "until he finally did." He cut the story off suddenly, and | felt that

many final details were missing "How did you do it if vampires were so much stronger?"