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.

carding through his hair as she crouches down to pick him up before tensing and looking at me as she does like she isn’t sure

missed you” she whispers, pressing a kiss onto his forehead. The sight of them together is almost enough to make me forget

see?” Max asks tugging

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she tells him and he finally 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, I want to heal her but those kinds of marks will only be healed if I change.

him in, I need to check everything here

nods. I head to my office knowing that is where Damian and my father will meet me, not giving myself a chance to change my mind about

also interrogated Bianca, confirming what Aubrey told me before commanding her not to use her mindlink or packlink, she is also heavily dosed out on wolfsbane until I figure out what I am going to do with her. However, the interrogation with Bianca has left me drained, but there’s still one more thing I need to do before I can rest. I need

I approach Max’s room, I hear the soft sound of breathing. Pushing the door open, I’m greeted by an unexpected sight.

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 watching them, she quietly stands and leaves, giving my shoulder a squeeze as she does..

stand there for a moment, watching them. Aubrey’s face is peaceful in sleep, the worry lines that have been etched there since her return now smoothed away. Max has an arm draped loosely around her waist, his book on his lap almost falling

first, tucking him