Mommy daddy is the lycan king by Glory Tina

Chapter 123

Cillian stood in a black long sleeve tucked into his white trousers. His blonde hair appeared to be a little longer

than the last tshe saw him, and his eyes were as bright and piercing as ever. He didn’t look bad; in fact, he

looked so much better than she expected, which was a good thing. For a moment, she thought she was

hallucinating, but after a while, she realised she wasn’t.

He was the last person she expected to find here, in this evil, horrible place. Yet, here he

was.

“Cillian.” She called, confusion clouding her senses. “What is this? What is happening? What are you doing here?

How did you get here?”

Did Doom get to him too? She wondered.

She couldn't get up, but she wanted to run to him-and tell him to get as far away from here as possible.

“Cillian.” He repeated before adding, “That is another n| go by.”

His response took her back to the field. When she called him Dion, he said he went by many other names. Doom,

Cillian, Dion, master of the dark world.

“You are Doom.” It wasn't a question; it was a statement, the fact of it. The man before her was the very evil

they had prepared to face and failed. Her heart slowed in its beat, and the hair on her skin stood alert, fearing

the worst.

A smile crossed his face. “I always knew you were the smart one.”

She stayed silent, thinking about everything she just realised. Doom had taken over Cillian’s body and, with it,

his mind and soul. Was there ever a Cillian?

“What did you do to Cillian, then?” She asked, “Did you kill him and take over his body, or was Cillian one of your

many personas?”

He took a step forward. “Cillian is real; everything about Cillian exists; you just never met him. Every tyou

saw Cillian, you saw me; every tyou spoke with Cillian, you spoke with me. Every touch, every kiss, and

every laugh. That was me.”

She took a deep breath. All those times she was with him, she was with Doom. The times she kissed him, she let

him hold her and wanted to have sex with him. She did all that with Doom. She thought she escaped Julian and

found someone who understood her-someone better. It was Doom all along, and she blindly played his game.

If Julian hadn't returned when he did, she would have given herself to him. She would have given her heart to

him because she felt complete with him. He did all the right

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things, and she almost fell in love with him. Julian cfor her just in time.

“You took over Cillian’s body a year ago.” She was putting two and two together.

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She remembered him telling her he had moved over a year ago to manage the hospital. He spoke about forcing

the board to make him the CEO. Back then, the story was unbelievable, but now she knew it was the truth. He

escaped the Dark world longer than they thought he did, and he planned everything out. It was perfectly thought

through. He knew where she would go once Julian sent her away and made everything else fall into line.

“You wanted my heart.” She said finally. “You would have taken it that way if Julian hadn't returned.”

“And there would have been no need for this much bloodshed.” He replied, taking another step towards her.

Her heart sk ipped at his nearness, and she didn’t want him close. “Where did you keep Cillian, then? While you

ride around wearing his body and using his memory, voice, and life as a cover, where did you keep him?”

“He is in here with me, untouched and unharmed, like | promised him.”

She scoffed at his attempt to play it as though he were the good guy. “You wantto believe he knew who you

were and accepted to let you in?”

He stayed quiet, and that told her he took over Cillian’s body by force. If Cillian was everything Doom made him

out to be before her, then the man had a good heart and would never let this much evil in.

“You lied to him, just like you lie to everyone you influence.” She laughed and shook her head. “You are evil, a

monster, and the greatest mistake in all of creation. That is who you are, and there is no changing it.”

He watched her for a few seconds while silence roamed. “You do not believe that; you got to know me, and a

part of you knows you are wrong.”

She glared at him and shouted, “I knew a lie. | knew Cillian, and he never existed. You are the master of evil and

manipulation, and you manipulatedwith your kindness and good words, but there is no good in you. You

killed Julian! You took my sons and who knows what you have done with them!”

“If things had gone the way I first planned out, | would have avoided all of this,” he said, walking to her and

stooping when he cclose.

Her heart ski pped a beat at his nearness. He heard it but said nothing about it. His hand moved to touch the

skin of her chest where she had driven the dagger through, and he

slowly caressed it. Goosebumps sca ttered all over her body in response to his touch, but she threw her eyes

away.

He didn’t withdraw his hand and instead slowly moved it to her neck and up to caress. the side of her face. His

breathing changed. He desired her, and it showed.

Her skin crawled at the very thought of being touched and desired by him. “Take your hand off me, Cillian.” She

said it through gritted teeth.

He pulled his hand away, obeying her words. He grabbed her by the face instead. forcing her to look at him. “You

want me. | see it all over your face. You might callevil, a monster, and all the other names in your little box

of conscience, but | know one thing: you want me.”

She spat on his face, and his hand ran up to strike her across the face, and her heart raced in fear. He withdrew

his hand, dropped it by his side, and rose to his feet. He dug his hand into the pocket of his trousers and pulled

out his handkerchief to wipe her spit off his face.

Her heart still raced in her chest, and she wondered why he did not hit her. Why did he stop? He couldn’t have

stopped because he didn’t want to hurt her; she didn’t want to accept that as his reason.

He turned to leave, but she spoke. “What are you waiting for? Killalready; isn’t that why you havein

chains? So that | won't fight you when you rip out my heart?”

“Killing you now would be such a waste of tand everything else. Your damaged heart needs to heal before |

can use it. You will be here until then. But do not worry; your death is inevitable. And it won't take too long.” He

said and walked away from the room, slamming the door behind him.