Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 75

“Soren snuck it to me and said your punishment was unjust.” My father lies!

“Did he now?” my mother asks, turning her icy gaze to me. I open my mouth to argue when Max, the traitor, adds his two

cents.

“Sure did, Grandma. I even told him not to!” my son adds fuel to the fire. My mother tosses her hand towel from on her shoulder down on the table.

I can

“Right! You know better, Soren! Now help do the dishes!” she snaps at me. Me, do dishes? But I am the damn king!

“Come now?” I ask.

“You heard me. Get in there and scrub those dishes. Your father lied to me and said he was busy this afternoon, and I punished him, and you go behind my back and reward him!” she snaps at me.

“I have maids for that,” I remind her.

“Are you saying a king is above doing dishes?” she asks just as the head maid walks in. I grit my teeth.

“Everything okay?” the maid asks, and my mother turns to her.

“Yes, my son was volunteering to help with the dishes. How lovely of him.” my mother tells her.

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“Oh, no, that isn’t necessary.” the maid blabbers.

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if my mother is serious. I know she will pitch a

that right, Soren?” my mother asks. I force

my mother tossed on the table, only to find Bree has bailed on the scolding I am about to receive. Oh, she will pay for this when I get to the room. Marjorie rushes off, noticing the tension when my mother steps in my path.

man now, but my knees work just fine. Don’t make me put you

you try, Mother. You keep giving me attitude, and I might pick you up and place you on a shelf and leave you there,” She arches an eyebrow at

she

little elf on the

clicks her fingers; my father’s personal guards step into the

size to deliver the spanking you deserve,” she retorts. The guards look at her nervously, knowing if she orders them, they’ll have no choice but to try since they

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will it be?” she asks, popping her hip. I growl, not wanting to hurt her guards, and she knows it. My father laughs harder behind

nursing home, old man!”

home? I am immortal!”

you!” I quip, and he scrunches his face.

dessert!” He huffs behind me, and my mother leans to the side to

me expectantly for an answer. I

her before

son,” she

*****

Two hours later.

resemble prunes by the time I am done. It’s like they used every dish in the kitchen to cook dinner tonight. Once finished, and my mother gave the nod of

few paces from Max’s bedroom door, my heart thrumming a guilty beat against my ribs, knowing I wasn’t there for bath time or to tuck him in. The light from within spills

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and my son reach my ears. Bree is reading to him, it appears. When the book