I Bought A Male Escort, Turns Out He's The Lycan King novel Chapter 113

**Leaves Falling Like Promises**
**By Amara Grant**
**Chapter 113**

**HUNTER**

Each time my thoughts wandered to Katerina, I felt a sharp pang in my chest, as if a part of me was being torn away. I couldn’t shake the guilt that clung to me like a shadow, a constant reminder of the hurt I had inflicted upon her. Why had I allowed myself to be so… vulnerable?

I remained concealed in the dimness behind the guard houses, a silent observer, my body perfectly still, my breath barely a whisper. The air was thick with tension as I watched my agents execute our carefully laid plan, slipping into vehicles and leaving the castle grounds with an air of false fragility. The thought of relying on Rivers’ wards sent a shiver down my spine, but I knew this was the only path left to take.

As soon as my team drove away, a convoy of other vehicles rolled in, bringing with them caterers, decorators, and musicians. I clenched my jaw, a simmering anger boiling within me. They were preparing for a mating ceremony, a celebration that felt utterly grotesque in the wake of our recent loss. It took every ounce of restraint not to storm out and throw those intruders out myself.

“ہم نے تو ابھی تک اس او میگا کو دفن بھی نہیں کیا۔ ہم کیوں جشن منا رہے ہیں؟” Someone murmured from the far side of the house, their voice laced with disbelief.

“یہ وہ شہزادی ہے،” دوسرا بولا. “تین سال گزر چکے ہیں اور وہ اب بھی کنٹرول کرنا چاہتی ہے۔”

My blood boiled at their words. If I hadn’t witnessed Kostas’ cruelty firsthand, I might have agreed with them. But the image of Katerina’s tears from last night haunted me. I would have given her anything to wipe away her pain. Her emotions had flooded through the bond between us, clear as day. That sense of helplessness, that overwhelming despair…

I was still furious. My beast and I were locked in a constant battle, but this damn bond was dictating my every move.

Last night, Katerina hadn’t been my spirited Kitty. She hadn’t been the omega who had held me captive during her heat. No, she had transformed into Katerina—the vulnerable girl who had felt so desperate that she fled her home under the cover of darkness. The coward who had sat silently while the entire kingdom mocked her. Her fear resonated in my mind, echoing like a haunting melody that refused to fade.

“کیا تم تقریب میں جا رہے ہو؟”

“یہ ایک حکم ہے,” دوسرے گارڈ نے grunted. “ہمیں بعد میں مرحوم کو خراج عقیدت پیش کرنے جانا ہوگا۔”

“یہ صحیح نہیں ہے۔”

“اس نے ہمیشہ اپنی بیٹی کی پرواہ کی ہے، پیک کی نہیں،” ایک اور نے grunted. “کیا تم نے کچھ بہتر کی امید کی تھی؟”

I lingered behind the guard house, extending my senses to track them until they merged with the others awaiting their duties. The auras surrounding the castle were all too familiar, and I noted with unease that Elijah was not among the newly arrived vans.

He would come; I had no doubt about that. The only lingering question was whether he would wield the same magic he had summoned during our last encounter. If I had even chased him at all. What the hell had happened? There had been no trace of magic; he had simply vanished.

But chasing him seemed futile when I already understood his intentions.

The bond between Katerina and me quivered with conflicting emotions. A hint of fear, a flicker of courage, a touch of anxiety, and a dash of confidence. The chaotic storm brewing in her mind felt like a physical ache beneath my skin. I dared not delve deeper into her feelings; I had already warned Kostas about the consequences of crossing that line again. No one would lay a finger on her. I needed to concentrate on what truly mattered.

Then, a sharp jolt of unease shot through the bond.

Terror.

I inhaled sharply, bursting forth from my hiding place in one fluid motion. The fear radiating from her was more potent than the night before, warping my thoughts as my beast surged forward, taking control in an instant. There was no room for hesitation, only raw instinct—panic and dread collided within me.

And then it became clear. A golden haze spread across the landscape, and I caught sight of Elijah, descending from the castle’s heights like a specter emerging from thin air.

I sprang into action, maintaining my disguise as I raced around the castle, my strides long and powerful. When I finally laid eyes on him, he was clinging to the window ledge, one arm missing, the stump still oozing blood and marred with cuts and bruises. His hand, a grotesque shade of veiny shadow, tightened around Rivers’ throat. My beast roared to life, lunging forward to seize Elijah’s remaining limb without a second thought, not caring about the collateral damage to Rivers.

Elijah’s scream pierced the air as I yanked him down, slamming him mercilessly onto the ground. The shadows that had enveloped his arms dissipated like smoke caught in a breeze.

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