Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 85

“Of course, Soren. I am grateful for your… understanding,” he says, though the gratitude seems to claw at his throat on its way out.

“Good.” My gaze doesn’t falter as I fix him in place with a look that brooks no argument. “Then we are clear. Your debt will be settled, and the alliance can proceed without further hindrance.”

“Thank you,” he mutters, the words barely audible.

With a nod, more to myself than to him, I prepare to disconnect the call, knowing full well that while today’s agreement might pause any pack wars for now, it’s the actions that follow that will decide if these two packs ever come to an alliance again.

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~Aubrey-

I stagger out of Damian’s car, wincing with each step as if I’m navigating a minefield in my trousers. The raw aftermath of my waxing session makes every movement feel like I’m rubbing sandpaper between my thighs–or what’s left of them. The castle looms ahead, its ancient stones suddenly mocking my very modern pain.

My pants chafe with every step, a cruel reminder of my now too–smooth situation. It’s like walking with two angry, hairless ts fighting in my underwear. With no protective buffer,

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every seam feels like it’s plotting against me.

Soren is waiting, his smile quickly turning to a puzzled frown as he watches me waddle up the drive. The confusion on his face morphs into shock as I approach, moving like a penguin.

trouble there?” Soren calls out, trying to mask his concern with humor as he takes

could say that,” I grunt, managing a glare in his direction. “Feels like I’ve just ridden a cactus

turning into a

that could curdle milk. Ignoring his question, I beeline for the kitchen, each step a reminder of

he asks, looking

say your mother introduced me to a waxing strip, and it took a liking to me–a lot,” I say

winces sympathetically as I make a pained face. “Looks like you’re trying

me!” I

corners of my mouth twitch upwards. “I’d offer to carry you, but I fear

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door for me

mutter, heading straight for the freezer. I’m on a mission for anything cold, my new best friends being frozen peas or,

my tortured southern region, sighing in relief as the cold numbs the

the scene.

that would burn him alive had I been

fills the kitchen, and I can’t help but fantasize about smothering him with the pea bag. Instead, I storm off, walking

numb this pain. Soren’s laughter

you will!” I snap

take a deep breath and brace myself, pulling the denim down my legs with