Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 4

My son cries louder, and I reach for him. The man’s eyes dart to him before he sniffs the air. I stare back at him, confused, and tug my son to my chest as if he’s threatening to take him away from me.

“It’s only temporary; please don’t call child services,” I tell him, and he cocks his head to the side; his gaze appears to be more thoughtful than scrutinizing.

“Does your car run?” he asks, looking at it before he kicks a

tire.

“I have no fuel; I will leave tomorrow, I promise,” I tell him, panicking. Maybe he was a council worker? I doubted it because of his expensive suit.

He looks at me, his nose scrunching slightly, “you smell familiar,” he mutters.

I swallow, wondering if he remembers me, but he doesn’t appear to, and I also didn’t want him questioning which pack I was from. My father and his Alpha were not on good terms, yet maybe if he could get me in to see Alpha Valen, he might help with his son. However, that thought also frightened me having to face the man who ignored me and refused to even do a DNA test. He declined to come to check stating my claims were lies, but if he just met him, he would see. We

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could always sense our own kin. I stare at the Beta, wondering if he would leave when he pushed the hatchback open further before reaching in. I scooted further back, looking for a weapon in case I needed it.

“Calm down; I can’t leave you here knowing you are sleeping in your car with a baby,” he says, grabbing the car seat.

“I will leave; just don’t take my son,” I tell him. He looks at me like I am mad.

“I’m not,” and his eyes mean it. “I want to help.” He’s being sincere.

“You want to help?” I repeat, slightly disbelieving. I must have heard that wrong.

“Come on, you can stay at the packhouse until I speak to my Alpha,” he says, waving me forward.

“Grab a change of clothes. We can come back to your car tomorrow,” he says.

Terrified, I don’t move. It had been so long since anyone had helped me. He sighs before grabbing a bag. He grabs a tin formula, the nappy bag, and some of my clothes, stuffing them inside the bag.

“Come on, wouldn’t you rather have a warm house than a cold car?” he asks. I look down at my son, wondering if I should

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I climb out, and

car. I follow him to his electric blue sports–looking car. I always wonder why he didn’t drive to work. And

scratching his head. “You know how to clip it in?” he asks,

and I will

son.

to keep an eye on him while I clip the seat in before turning around. Retrieving the baby, I clip him in his chair before climbing in beside him. He then

turns the heater on when he hops in before glancing at

look at him, and he looks away, looking back at the road. He definitely has his father’s eyes, but I keep

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is your Alpha?” I ask, pretending I

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again, gauging my reaction to his words. I feel excitement

fine with you bringing a rogue in the territory?” I ask him.

www

I will

and my belly rumbles loudly at the mention

and my face heats. I give my son his binky, his amber

“What’s your name?”

I answer

from, or were you born

I refuse to tell him which one. It was no secret my

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I can tell you have Beta blood,” I tell him.

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before pulling into a drive thru. I grab my

he says before ordering. He asks what I want, but I don’t say anything feeling awkward, so he orders two of the same thing.

he asks, and I look at my son. I nod my head as he pulls up to the next window.

front,” he says, which makes

unclip my seatbelt before climbing over into the front. Placing the seatbelt on quickly, I notice that he doesn’t have a mark on his neck. That means he hasn’t found his mate yet. A bite on the neck always meant that anyone, man or woman, had been “marked” by their mate. He opens some cup holders and places the drinks in them

he says. I thank him and open his burger box, letting him pull

the road before flicking the interior light on so we can see better before turning in his seat to

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the smell making my stomach melt. My hands are shaking

cold?” he asks, turning the heat up.