Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 81

The beautician, a cheerful woman with bright pink nails and an even brighter smile, ushers me toward the door of a room out the back. I glance desperately towards the front, contemplating a swift escape, but Maribel has already settled comfortably in the waiting area with a magazine.

As she shuts the door, she tells me to sit down while she prepares the wax.

“Queen Maribel said you have an unusual hair situation, that werewolves have some strange anomaly us Lycans don’t?” she asks, perplexed. Great, just what I need. Thanks Soren!

“No, I shaved already,” I tell her lifting my pant leg, she looks confused when she glances at my legs.

“Oh, you’re already quite smooth, dear. No need for a leg wax then,” she remarks.

“But,” she continues, her smile unfaltering, “since the session. is already paid for, we can move on to the Brazilian instead.”

My heart drops. “Brazilian?” I echo, my voice rising in panic.

“Yes, dear. Queen Maribel insisted you should experience the full package,” the beautician explains as if a Brazilian wax is a leisurely stroll in the park.

“It’s all paid for, dear! Just relax and enjoy,” she calls out, giving me a thumbs up.

I follow the beautician into

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I lie down on the waxing table, my mind races with apprehensions about the impending pain and

my shoulder reassuringly. “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. Think of it as… preparation for

my eyes, trying to think of anything but what she is about to do. She turns back to me and frowns.

thumbs as she wanders over and assesses

my skin and then places the fabric strip, smoothing it down. She chatters away happily as

nearly choke on air as she rips the strip off with blinding speed. My eyes bulge, and I know she must have pulled skin off. I glance down, finding the

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beautician chuckles and says, “Woo, that was a good one!” Her enthusiasm feels almost sadistic as she prepares. another dollop of wax. “Clean as a whistle,” she hums, spreading the wax liberally, tugging my thighs further apart like she’s opening the gates to

going?” I gasp, a new wave of panic setting in as I feel the wax smear in a dangerously low region. I slap my hand over my eyes,

first time,” the beautician

groan from behind my hand barricade. I’m going to kill him.

shriek as the strip comes off, my hands gripping the table like it’s the only thing keeping me grounded in

sure I’m one