Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 46

“Bree!” Max greets me with a squeal that turns into a heart- melting grin before rushing into the room and launching himself at me. His tiny arms wrap around my legs in a tight hug. Laughter bubbles up from deep within me.

“Hello Max.” I crouch down to his level, brushing stray curls away from his forehead.

“You convinced her?” he looks at his father before looking at me. “Are you going to be my Nanny?” he asks excitedly. I

smile.

“Yes, Max,” I say. “I am your new nanny.” His squeal of joy echoes throughout the room as he hugs me tighter. I look up at King Soren who stands at the doorway, a soft smile playing on his lips.

Just maybe, this could work out after all. Maybe here, in this new place with these new people, life could finally start making sense. I could escape from the betrayal and pain of the past and build something new for myself.

“Yes! Yes yes yes!” Max jumps up and down excitedly before rushing off to grab some game he wants to play.

Soren watches him with a soft smile. “He’s been looking forward to having you here,” he admits, his eyes meeting mine.

“You knew I would say yes?” I ask with a raised brow.

“I can be persuasive,” he smiles wickedly and I roll my eyes at

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tell him, moving to find where

his promise and provides everything I need. I

that the king will one day send for me and that will be the end, that I will find myself in some cell for something I never did. I’m always looking over my shoulder, wondering when he might come after me again, when the King will figure out I’m hiding from

Despite the heaviness of the day, I feel a glimmer of happiness that I was able to make her last few months more enjoyable.

Perhaps it was the funeral or knowing the full moon

it will have me crawling back begging him to reject me.

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it have to be tonight when I have just

slow at first but then has me tossing and turning, sobbing, luckily he never lasts long but the aftershocks of it sometimes

a restless sleep, there is a knock at my door that has me groaning, knowing I have to answer the door. But I can barely walk from the pain that lingers my muscle taut and I am drenched in sweat. My heart

dressed in his night robe, and I can’t help but notice how handsome he looks. His hair falls over his forehead in soft waves, and the dim light from the

alright? Is something wrong with Max?”

settling on me again. “Max reminded me when I tucked him in bed, that