I Bought A Male Escort, Turns Out He's The Lycan King novel Chapter 120

**Leaves Falling Like Promises**
**By Amara Grant**
**Chapter 120**

**KAT**

What did he mean, I was going home with him?

I was still grappling with the whirlwind of events that had just unfolded when Hunter abruptly shoved me into the back of a Bureau SUV, tucking the fabric of my cumbersome dress in beside me with a decisive motion before slamming the door shut. Through the tinted glass, I watched him bark orders at an agent who had been hastily loading gear into the vehicle. He had changed into sweats and a plain T-shirt, a stark contrast to the chaos that had just erupted.

As he settled into the driver’s seat next to me, his eyes were still a fierce shade of crimson, a haunting reminder of the rage that had consumed him. The remnants of Kostas’s blood clung to his fingertips, a vivid testament to the violence that had just transpired.

Even if the fury etched on his face hadn’t been enough to shake me, I could feel it thrumming through the bond we shared. A shiver raced down my spine, compelling me to inch away until I was pressed against the cold metal of the door. It was a futile gesture; I knew that.

As we sped through the castle gates, we maneuvered past the vehicles that had been halted by guards, and the desperate souls who had attempted to flee. Yet, as Hunter’s SUV barreled past, those who had dared to escape dropped to their knees, fear palpable in the air. His aura, though slightly dimmed, still enveloped me, an oppressive weight that I could hardly bear. But he seemed unfazed by the reverence he commanded. Why would he be? He was a more formidable bully than Kostas ever was.

The image of Hunter seizing Kostas, the intent to kill radiating from him, replayed in my mind like a haunting specter. I couldn’t shake off the chilling sight of Kostas’s lifeless body sprawled across the hallway, a grotesque echo of Elijah’s form lying just outside my window.

“Were you about to go with him?” Hunter’s growl broke through my thoughts, his voice deeper and more menacing than I had ever heard. The beast within him surged just beneath the surface, barely contained.

I jumped, jolted from my reverie. My fingers clenched the leather seat as I fought to ground myself, to steady the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me.

“Answer me, Katerina,” he demanded, his voice low yet commanding, sending goosebumps skittering across my skin. “Did you pledge yourself to him?”

“N-No,” I stammered, the word barely escaping my lips.

“Then why the fuck was he trying to consummate?”

I flinched at the rawness of his tone. Until that fateful night when he had burst into my room and taken me against the wall, I had never heard him speak to me like this. Now, with the vivid reality of his capabilities etched in my mind, I struggled to see him as anything but a force of nature.

Yet, my wolf remained unyielding, refusing to cower or whimper. She stood tall within me, undeterred by the chaos around us.

“I don’t know what’s going on either,” I whispered, my voice barely above a breath.

God, how I despised feeling so small and vulnerable, yet my wolf radiated strength and confidence. It struck me then that since waking up that morning with a newfound sense of self, she had remained resolute, unfazed by the turmoil.

As we approached the drawbridge, it began to rise slowly, but Hunter’s car skidded to a halt. His arm shot out instinctively, blocking me from crashing into the dashboard at the abrupt stop. The contact felt electric, as if I were igniting from the mere brush of his skin against mine.

Gasping, I pressed back against the door, freezing in place as his gaze locked onto mine. In that moment, all I could see was his face, smeared with blood, a twisted smile of satisfaction etched across his features. I must have lost my sanity because, despite the terror that had gripped me, my body still reacted to him with an intensity I couldn’t comprehend.

His nostrils flared, and I instinctively looked away, the car filled with the sound of my frantic heartbeat. Yet, my wolf wagged her tail, a strange juxtaposition to the anxiety that had consumed me moments before. The bond we shared was undeniable, and in his presence, my wolf felt an inexplicable sense of safety.

After what felt like an eternity, Hunter rolled down his window and growled at the guard. No further words were needed; the bridge began to descend again, and we were moving once more. The farther we distanced ourselves from Lordswood territory, the more my body began to relax, though my mind remained a turbulent storm. How was it possible that I was sitting next to Hunter? My mother lay unconscious, and Rivers… he might very well be dead.

“We need to go back,” I murmured, my voice trembling with urgency. I cleared my throat, trying to sound more assertive. “Mother collapsed. I have to check on her.”

“You didn’t give a shit about her health in the three years you were gone. Why start now?”

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