Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 192

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I turn to see the billiard room’s doors open and out rushes Max. His eyes widen when he spots us and I hear my mother’s voice filter to me as she tries to stop him. As she rushes out I shake my head letting her know it’s fine as I move to scoop him up. “Your home,” he squeals as I soak up his scent.

“Yes, buddy. I’m home.” I say, my lips thinning into the best semblance of a smile I can muster.

He buries his face in the crook of my neck, wrapping his tiny arms around me in a tight hug. Every muscle in my body relaxes,

Aubrey watches from a distance, her face softening as she observes us. Max lifts his head and spots her. His legs immediately start kicking, wanting to be placed down so he can go to her.

Setting him down, he darts off towards her shrieking excitedly.

Aubrey’s legs tightly. Her hands instantly find his head, fingers carding through his hair as she crouches down

I’ve missed you” she whispers, pressing a kiss onto his forehead. The sight of them together is almost enough to

drew you a picture, wanna see?” Max asks tugging

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notices her face all carved up from a set of claws and her barely clothed body, my jacket drowning her petite frame switch is covered in blood. I clench my teeth,

up later, you can tuck him in, I need to check

head to my office knowing that is where Damian and my father will meet me, not

is also heavily dosed out on wolfsbane until I figure out what I am going to do with her. However, the interrogation with Bianca

I make my way down the hall, my footsteps echoing in the quiet. As I approach Max’s room, I hear the soft sound of breathing. Pushing the door open, I’m greeted by an unexpected

and ruined clothes, her hair no longer matted, her head resting on Max’s shoulder. They’re both fast asleep, a book lying forgotten on Max’s lap. The scene tugs at something in my chest – a bittersweet mixture of warmth and possessiveness when my mother catches my eye, she is sitting on a chair

moment, watching them. Aubrey’s face is peaceful in sleep, the worry lines that have been etched there since her return now smoothed

tucking him into his bed, and pulling the