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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about,” she says happily and I bite back a groan knowing I will have to come

echoes in the hallway. Bree walks in with Max, oblivious to

breaks the silence.

sputter out of my chest. Bree smiles politely and my mother’s eyes instantly

up with genuine joy as they embrace Max, their eyes bright with love and excitement. They quickly turn 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

this the young lady?” my mother asks, turning

parents and me. I step forward, taking her hand in mine, a gesture that surprises

the air, Brielle and I exchange a look. Her eyes are wide with surprise and uncertainty, but mostly confusion as I press my

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away, the shock of my actions having frozen

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squeeze her hand reassuringly before turning to face my parents.

Brielle,” I answer, trying to keep my tone calm

in Brielle from head to toe. She seems satisfied with what she

nods approvingly.

My parents have been hounding me to remarry

stammers, clearly overwhelmed. “It’s a pleasure to meet you too,” she

me wondering what the fuck is

1. on.