Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 110

“You definitely need to shower, you are covered in dirt. And I think I have moss stuck to my ass,” he laughs, stepping inside. and turning on the shower.

Steam begins to rise, curling around us. Soren helps me undress, his fingers brushing against my skin, sending shivers racing along my spine before dragging me in the shower with him. The water cascades down, and he works his hands. through my hair, massaging the shampoo into my scalp. It feels divine—the tension of the day melting away under his

touch.

“Let me,” he says softly, guiding me to face him. He rinses the suds away. His gaze lingers on me, his eyes flicker, the hunger in his gaze sends butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, leaning in closer. And then, he

steals a kiss.

Soren’s fingers glide over my shoulders, soft yet firm, sending tingles racing down my spine. I’m caught in a blissful haze, but as his lips brush against mine again, a knot of urgency tightens in my chest.

“Wait,” I whisper, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze. His eyes are darkened with desire, but there’s a flicker of confusion in them too.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, brushing a damp strand of hair behind my ear.

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can’t… you know.” My voice dips, barely above a murmur, trying to keep the

furrowing as he processes my words. “You’re

need to talk to your mother. The wedding invites… they’re going

wet hair. “I’ll talk to her. But after…” his eyes roam my body and a playful growl

but laugh, the tension in the room melting

words.

I agree with a certain shyness, his provoking gaze making my heart

hurried now, the tension shifting from intimate to practical. I grab a

lingering warmth of his touch on my

eyes as I lean. against the cool marble countertop and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My mind

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of that dreaded conversation I need to have but

don’t want to.

in something comfortable and ready to face the world again, I find Soren downstairs in the living room. Max is curled up beside him on an oversized couch, engrossed in a children’s book while Soren reads aloud. The scene tugs at

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them on the couch, tentatively reaching out a hand to smooth down Max’s hair as he continues scanning over the pictures. He looks up at me then,

you were seeing