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.

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I lie down on the waxing table, my mind

reassuringly. “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. Think of it as… preparation for the wedding night!” she chirps, apparently

to do. She turns back to me and

off the table and shimmy my pants down before stopping at my underwear. Why didn’t I go bald eagle? Instead, I’m going to be spread eagle on her damn table. I step out of my underwear and slip onto the table. I twiddle my thumbs as she wanders over and assesses

the fabric strip, smoothing it down. She chatters away happily as if she is not about to violate my

I know she must have pulled skin off. I glance

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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

Where is that one going?” I gasp, a new wave of panic setting in as I feel the wax

is your first time,” the beautician teases, clearly enjoying this far

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

the strip comes off, my hands gripping the table like it’s the only thing keeping

I can’t look. I’m pretty sure