Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 65

The chilling reality replaces the novelty of the situation. This is a game for Soren, but to me, it’s something more, something I can’t allow myself to think about, let alone feel.

Soren emerges from his walk–in closet, dressed completely now, his scent still lingering on me, leaving me in a whirlwind of confusion. He brushes past me without a touch, but I can feel the heat radiating off him. It feels good, but it also stings with the reminder of what just happened and what can never happen again.

We head down the stairs in silence. My hand grips the banister tightly, my knuckles turning white as my heart races. My chest feels heavy with emotion, my heart thudding loudly in my chest in sync with my steps. I can feel Soren’s warmth beside me, sending a shiver down my spine. His touch sets my skin ablaze, but I force myself to keep a cool exterior.

My heart thuds heavily in my chest, beating an erratic rhythm that matches my scattered thoughts. The scent of breakfast fills our nostrils as we enter the dining hall, where Soren’s family eagerly awaits us.

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and warm pancakes wafts through the air, making my stomach growl in hunger. But my senses are too preoccupied, as the scent of Soren’s cologne mingles with my own, a lingering reminder of the intimacy we shared moments ago.

As we enter the dining hall, I can feel Soren’s family’s eyes on us. His mother’s eyes light up as she sees us together – a sight

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an ache to my heart. She is a sweet woman, always welcoming and kind to me. But right now, I feel

mother exclaims, and I smile awkwardly as Soren pecks my cheek, moving to take his seat at the head of

slide into my usual seat beside Soren, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone at

making arrangements for the engagement party, and oh, I have so many things I

you shove flower arrangements and lace down her throat. Gees, it’s bad enough I had listened to it all night and morning.” King Alaric states with

into his mouth. Ignoring the curious glances aimed our way and Maribel’s words, I play along with this farcical masquerade we’ve concocted. But the moment I sit, Maribel moves

whispered sweet words to me earlier. His personality shift makes it evident that he doesn’t share my turmoil and guilt. He’s

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