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.

as she crouches down

pressing a kiss onto his forehead. The sight of them together is almost enough to make me

see?” Max asks tugging on

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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

you can tuck him in, I need to check everything here

mindlink and she 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 her being here

told me before commanding her not to use her mindlink or packlink, she is also heavily dosed out on wolfsbane until I

I make my way down the hall, my footsteps echoing in the quiet. As I approach Max’s room, I hear the

is all cleaned up now, besides the deep gashes on her face you’d think nothing happened, gone is all the blood 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

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,

scoop up Max first, tucking him into his bed, and pulling the blankets