Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 3

“Boss,” someone says behind him, and he clears his throat, stepping back. The man before me exudes a more powerful presence than any alpha I’ve ever encountered. Despite his apparent concern for his son, he radiates an aura of authority that I can’t help but be drawn to, and yet, it also fills me with a deep–rooted fear.

His guard motions toward the paramedics, and he sighs, a sound that carries a weight of responsibility I can’t

comprehend.

“Really, it’s nothing,” I lie, my voice more steady than I feel. I need to go meet my mate, and I am already late, and Rhett hates having to wait for anyone.

“Thank you,” he repeats, the words carving themselves into the space between us.

I brush away the discomfort nagging at my limbs, trying to mask the pain as he reaches out a steadying hand when I pick up my discarded handbag. His touch is light but firm as he grips my arm, waiting for me to steady myself as I sway slightly.

“Soren,” he says, his name rolling off his tongue with a slight accent I can’t place. Why does that name sound familiar, like I‘ ve heard it before?

The men who had been in pursuit now stood back, making me glance around nervously when I realized the crowd we had

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gathered was now gone, and only men in suits stood in a circle around us.

that he has this many security guards following him, and to think. one small child escaped the lot of them; I try not to snicker at

around the corner.” I can’t help

hesitate, keenly aware of the time slipping away. I am supposed to meet Rhett for lunch and don’t want to be late. “I really should be going. I’m meeting a friend,” I say, the

about my complicated mate bond, and no one wants to admit they are the unwanted mate of an alpha; how embarrassing. He’d probably think

with genuine concern. “It‘ s the least

rare in a pack where I often feel unwanted. As we make our

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the boy only to see his security remain outside. Once again, I try to recall where I have heard the name Soren before, my heart

I sit awkwardly, debating if I should just get up and leave while the man isn’t looking, but I quickly toss. the idea away when I find Soren approaching us. He holds a tray with three cups and takes a seat across from me instead of the other side of his son. For a few moments, Max clutches. a cup of hot chocolate like a lifeline, his earlier panic subdued to quiet curiosity. He studies me over the rim, blue eyes

Soren said, his voice tinged with a father’s guilt as he ruffled

to be a theme today,” I murmur, more to myself than. to them. Rhett’s accusations, his insinuations

was choosing work over him again,” he says, his voice tinged with regret. Shadows play across his face, revealing a torment that resonates with my own inner turmoil. “I’m trying to make it right. Thank

glance at Max, his tiny fingers curled around the paper cup, chocolate mustache painting his upper lip. The fear from earlier in his eyes has

at the boy’s probing gaze; he is a child, yet he has an aura? Soren notices, his

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again, his voice low and laced

leg, which was grazed and bleeding, to find it is healed now. I let out a breath, checking my ribs and hip. Relief floods me, knowing I won’t be a limping mess.