I Bought A Male Escort, Turns Out He's The Lycan King novel Chapter 114

**Leaves Falling Like Promises**
**By Amara Grant**
**Chapter 114**

**ΚΑΤ**

A fog enveloped my mind, rendering me incapable of processing the horrific scene I had just witnessed.

That monstrous Lycan, a creature of sheer size and ferocity, with fangs that could easily rival the length of my arm… Hunter, with a primal savagery, tearing a man apart with nothing but his bare hands. The sight of him kneeling amidst the crimson pool of blood, a grotesque satisfaction radiating from him, sent chills down my spine.

I couldn’t…

How could this be the same man who had once held me with such tenderness? Well, perhaps “tenderness” wasn’t the right word, but there had been moments of softness, moments I had cherished.

Suddenly, his gaze snapped toward me, those eyes—blood red, glowing with a feral intensity. There was no hint of remorse on his blood-splattered face. My heart raced, pounding violently against my ribcage. The same paralyzing fear that had gripped me when he had barged into my room surged through my veins anew. The confidence I had felt while confronting my brother and father evaporated in an instant, leaving me trembling and vulnerable. I stumbled backward, my foot catching on Nathan’s lifeless form, and I fell hard onto the cold floor.

My wolf whimpered inside me, a low, mournful sound, but I was too overwhelmed to heed her cries. I had to escape Hunter, to purge that horrifying image from my mind.

“Katerina…”

The sound of his voice jolted me upright. It echoed in my head, a haunting whisper that sent a shiver down my spine.

“I didn’t want you to see me like this. I’m sorry.”

His voice was raw, laced with an emotional turmoil that rippled through our bond. How could I have forgotten? This connection, this bond we shared, allowed Hunter to reach into my thoughts, to invade my very soul. It felt like a violation, a deep intrusion that I couldn’t bear after witnessing such brutality.

“Go away!” I screamed in my mind, desperation clawing at my insides. “I don’t want to see that. I don’t want…”

A tidal wave of violence crashed over me. The image of that girl in the gym flashed through my mind, and I couldn’t help but envision the girl downstairs looking just like her. The scene outside my window morphed into something out of a nightmarish horror film, and I felt the world around me spinning.

I couldn’t stop shaking. My heart felt as if it might burst free from my chest, each beat a reminder of the chaos I had just witnessed. Thoughts collided in my mind like a storm, a cacophony of confusion. I had bonded with this man, this beast. He had been my comfort, my solace, yet here he stood—a true monster.

With determination, I scrambled to my feet and slammed the window shut, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I refused to look down. Would it even matter? His beast had snatched Elijah from way up here; I had never realized how massive Lycans truly were until now. If he wished to break through the window, I had no doubt he could.

My body trembled as I stepped away from the window, my heart still racing. After what felt like an eternity, the bond began to stretch, and I exhaled a shaky breath. He was leaving. I remained still for a moment, allowing the distance between us to ease my racing heart.

When I could finally draw a steady breath and my thoughts began to settle, I turned my attention to my wolf. She was no longer just whimpering; she was thrashing against her cage, desperate to break free, as if she yearned to follow him.

But after what he had done? I needed time to process, to heal.

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