Defying the Lycan King (Kira and Derek) novel Chapter 228

Chapter 228: Leaking Pheromones

On the quiet lawn behind the university library, Jessica sat frozen on the wooden bench. Her eyes were glued to the screen of her new mobile phone, which was currently vibrating in her palm.

An unknown number was flashing across the screen, and her heart was thumping so loudly against her ribs she was certain the students walking past could hear it.

Every single instinct inside her told her to throw the device into the bushes. After a whole month of living like a ghost in deep hiding, a random phone call was the last thing she needed.

Her thumb hovered precariously over the red decline icon, shaking with terror. What if it was exactly the kind of call she did not want to receive? But what if it was Kira?

Finally, she took a deep, shaky breath, and swiped the green accept icon instead, and pressed the phone to her ear, squeezing her eyes shut and bracing herself for the worst.

"Hello?" A deep, frantic male voice came through from the other end.

Jessica stayed silent, biting her lower lip, and straining as she tried to figure out whose voice it was. It sounded commanding and confident. She turned it over in her mind, searching, but it belonged to no one she knew.

"Hello," the man called again, urgency thick in his tone. "Am I speaking with Jessica Ashfang?"

"Who is this?" Jessica whispered back, her voice barely a thread. She instinctively pulled her oversized hood lower over her face, scanning the lawn nervously.

"This is Kira’s brother."

Jessica blinked, thoroughly confused. "Kira doesn’t have a brother," she said flatly. "Nice try, mate. Please come up with a better lie next time."

"But she actually does," Braxton rushed out, his voice laced with desperation. "You just didn’t know anything about it. Look, I know it’s not going to be easy to convince you right now, especially since you’re not hearing Kira’s actual voice on the line."

"You’re right about that," Jessica said, suspicion sharpening her voice. "So why isn’t she speaking to me herself?"

"Because she just passed out," Braxton said. "She’s being taken to the clinic as we speak."

Jessica let out a small, disbelieving chuckle, even as tears sprang to her eyes. She felt like someone was playing a cruel, sick prank on her.

"How very convenient," she said bitterly. "Get off my phone, whoever you are."

"Wait! Don’t hang up!" Braxton said quickly. "I’ll send you a live video message right now to prove it. And if you still don’t believe me after that, then please, just keep your line switched on, so that she can speak to you herself the moment she comes round. Or if you have a change of heart, call this number back whenever you like, day or night. I’ll answer. I promise you that."

"Jessica!"

A booming, tragically familiar voice suddenly shouted from somewhere across the lawn.

Jessica’s head snapped up. And there, across the green, stood Kai, looking frantically around in every direction, his eyes scanning the students milling about.

Her heart lurched straight into her stomach. She pulled the phone away from her ear and ended the call without another word, shoving the device deep into her sweatshirt pocket. She sat frozen on the bench, her breath caught in her throat.

Inside her, her wolf, Ginger, whined and stirred, straining toward the familiar presence, desperate for their mate.

Mate! He’s here! Go to him! Ginger howled.

It’s truly her, Kai thought, his heart slamming. It’s Jessica. I found her.

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