Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 25

“Max, I have to go to work,” I murmur, the words barely escaping my lips as I crouch down to his level.

“Work?” His voice is a small echo of disappointment, but he quickly brightens, the resilience of youth shining through. “Well, maybe you can come over and play at my place?” A strand of hair falls into his face, and he brushes it aside with an innocence that squeezes my heart.

I sigh. “Maybe another time, Max,” I say softly, offering a smile that doesn’t quite reach my eyes. My chest tightens with guilt for the loneliness etched into his features.

“Sweetie, I need to go home and check on my grandma,” I murmur, the quiver in my voice betraying the turmoil beneath my calm exterior. Max’s bright eyes widen, a glimmer of understanding behind the innocence. Yet, he’s persistent, his next words tugging at the already frayed edges of my resolve.

“My daddy can drive you home! Then you can come home with us after you check Granny!” His eagerness is a punch to my gut; it stings. Isn’t there a friend, a playmate, for him somewhere?

“Max, I…” My voice trails off trying to come up with an excuse. It’s clear his father doesn’t want me around his son, and why would he? I am a stranger after all and trying to deceive the king. But Max’s hopeful gaze tugs at something deep within me, a maternal instinct I didn’t know existed, mingling with an undeniable pull towards his father that’s both reckless and irresistible.

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enveloping me. His words, laced with genuine kindness, send a jolt through my

through my body, I’m supposed to maintain distance, keep

necessary,” I falter again, my

should say no. I should turn away from his offer, from his son’s pleading eyes, from the allure of this man who is so much more than a simple man. But the wolf

through my reverie, a small hand

King Soren, seeking mercy in

I believe mainly because he is busy

the crossfire of their expectant stares. The offer is kindness itself, but danger lurks beneath the surface. If I accept, I’ll be confined with him, alone with the

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that far,” I stammer, my voice barely above a