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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seat. I climb out, and he hands me my umbrella before shutting my

to his electric blue sports–looking car. I always wonder why he didn’t drive to work. And why would he leave such an expensive car

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

it in, and I will hold your…” His eyes dart to

son.

him while I clip the seat in before turning around. Retrieving the baby, I clip him in his chair before climbing in beside

on when he hops in

eyes besides his father,” he says. I look at him, and he looks away, looking back at the road. He definitely has his father’s eyes, but I keep my mouth shut. Though maybe

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ask, pretending I don’t know.

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my reaction to his words. I feel excitement bubble in me, knowing I am correct in who he

a rogue in the territory?” I ask him.

www

I will

loudly at the mention of food. He chuckles at

as a yes,” he says, and my face heats. I give my son his binky, his amber eyes peering at me in the darkness of the car.

“What’s your name?”

answer him.

you from, or

in a pack,” I answer, but I refuse to tell him which one. It was no secret

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I can tell you have Beta

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Valen’s Beta,” he says before pulling into a drive thru. I

but I don’t say anything feeling awkward, so he orders two of the same

and I look at my son. I nod my head as he pulls up

makes

he says while patting the passenger seat, and I 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

can eat in the car,” he says. I thank him and

before flicking the interior light on so we can see

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box, the smell making my stomach melt. My hands are shaking as

cold?” he asks, turning the