Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 51

“Your fiance is a werewolf?” my father questions and I sigh. This is not going to go well.

“And a nanny?!” my mother interjects.

“Oh darn, we’ll be the laughing stock of the kingdom…” my mother elbows my father in the ribs hard enough to make him grunt.

“We are just thrilled to know you won’t spend the rest of eternity alone. Isn’t that right?!” She states glaring at my father’s slip of the tongue.

Shit.

“You’ll just have to be extra careful around full moons until after the mating ceremony, and until you’ve changed her, please tell me you’ll mark this one on the wedding day? No waiting around like with Amelia, such a loss, I may not have seen eye to eye with her but she was still my daughter in law,” she adds.

Great now mother is referring to Brielle being unpredictable on full moons, like that makes her unsuitable to be around Max or maybe it’s because she is werewolf and I am Lycan. Lycans preferred to stay around other Lycans. I’ve told my staff to be quiet about it but people talk.

“Mother, Brielle is more than capable of caring for Max,” I say firmly. “She is good with him and he adores her.”

“Oh, well not to worry then you can just change her after the

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and nothing to worry about,” she says happily and I bite

to maintain my composure, the sound of footsteps echoes in the hallway. Bree walks

breaks the silence.

heart feels like it is about to sputter out of my chest. Bree smiles politely and my mother’s eyes instantly lock onto her excitedly when Max draws her attention when he rushes over

to Bree, their expressions shifting to one of confusion, fascination, and perhaps a hint of unease. Bree stands tall and elegant, in her flowing summer dress, her posture

mother asks, turning

I step forward, taking her hand in mine, a gesture that surprises both

press my lips to

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before turning to face my

to keep my tone calm

smile widens as her eyes take in Brielle from head

nods approvingly.

have been hounding me to remarry for years now, Brielle could be a farm animal and she would

pleasure to meet you too,” she says, her voice rising

looks to me wondering

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