Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 49

My entire body tenses, and I turn slowly. My mother stands in the doorway, her silver hair pulled back in an elegant bun and her posture exuding grace and power. Even in her sixties, she is still a force to be reckoned with and the look on her face tells me I offended her by not greeting her properly. As she steps into my office, her expensive silk dress rustles with each movement.

I force myself to relax my shoulders and give her a small smile while my mind is racing. What the fuck is she doing here? With all the drama going on lately I forgot about my small lie I told her and suddenly she is here!

“Mother,” I try to hide the panic I feel at seeing her standing in my office. The sound of her heels tapping against the floor echoes in my office, mingling with the sound of my racing heartbeat and the rush of thoughts in my mind.

“What brings you here?” I ask, trying to keep my tone neutral. While my heart thumps rapidly in my chest at the thought, my eyes dart down to Brielle out the window, and I pray she doesn’t come up here until I can convince them to leave.

She gives me a disapproving look and crosses her arms over her chest. “Is that any way to greet your mother?” she snaps and my entire body tenses impossibly more as I look slowly to see my Brother Damian with a smirk on his face behind her.

“A heads up was too much to ask for?” I growl through the mindlink as my father steps into my office a few steps behind her carrying, oh for frig sake is that luggage! My mother

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“Mother wanted it to be a surprise,” Damian tells me with a huge shit eating

know my mother would have told him my lie, they speak almost everyday, or more like

hug. I struggle for a moment before giving in and returning the hug half–heartedly. My father clears his throat and I turn to face him, my expression guarded. He gives me a

and butlers for a reason father,” I

your mother is always paranoid that she will see her underwear in the next news tabloid.” he mutters. I give my mother a look.

time for everything,” she tells me.