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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happily and I bite back a groan knowing

Bree walks in with Max, oblivious to what

breaks the silence.

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

and excitement. They quickly turn to Bree, their expressions shifting to one of confusion, fascination, and perhaps a hint of unease. Bree stands

asks, turning to

I step forward, taking her hand

surprise and uncertainty, but mostly confusion as I press my lips to the back of her hand, her brows pinch and

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away, the shock of my actions having frozen

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hand reassuringly before turning to face my parents.

trying to keep my

head to toe. She seems

nods approvingly.

delighted to meet you, dear.” My parents have been hounding me to

stammers, clearly overwhelmed. “It’s a pleasure to meet you too,” she says, her voice rising higher with

wondering what

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