I Bought A Male Escort, Turns Out He's The Lycan King novel Chapter 121

**Leaves Falling Like Promises**
**By Amara Grant**
**Chapter 121**

**HUNTER**

The beast commanded everyone to leave, and a heavy resignation settled over me as I observed Katerina’s trembling hands reach for the fastenings of her wedding dress. It was impossible for me to distinguish between the beast’s fury and my own. That dress, that beautiful fabric, had been worn for another man, and I had endured hours of its presence, each moment a fresh torment. A primal urge to set it ablaze surged within me.

With a swift motion, I turned her around and pressed her against the cold metal of the car. A breathy gasp escaped her lips, a sound that sent a jolt of electricity coursing through my veins. Despite the fear that shone in her eyes, I knew she would never truly resist me.

My claws remained extended, still stained crimson with her brother’s blood—the brother she had dared to save. As I trailed my fingers down her cheek, I could feel the pulse fluttering at the base of her neck, a frantic rhythm that echoed my own turmoil.

“You were utterly helpless last night,” I murmured against her ear, my voice low and intense. “You were terrified of his aura. But you still wore this fucking dress for him. How could you even think of letting him touch you, Katerina?”

“I wasn’t,” she replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

I leaned closer, inhaling her scent, and felt a shiver ripple through her body. Her desire radiated from her like a beacon, guiding us both toward an inevitable conclusion. The intoxicating aroma of her arousal filled the air, a divine gift that made my heart race. Ever since she had reacted to me at the bridge, I had been trapped in a state of desperate need. The combination of my rage and lust was a torment unlike anything I had ever experienced.

“Let me help you, Princess,” I whispered, creating just enough space between us to rip the back of her wedding dress apart.

With a swift motion, I pulled it down until it pooled around her feet, leaving her clad only in a sheer corset and an underskirt. Her breath caught in her throat, and goosebumps prickled across her arms. Her scent enveloped me, rich and intoxicating, but beneath it lingered that bitter undertone of fear, clinging to her like a persistent shadow.

Her pale skin glimmered under the delicate fabric, revealing curves that left nothing to the imagination. She looked utterly captivating.

And yet, she had adorned herself in all this finery for Kostas.

“Please,” she breathed, her voice trembling. “Take me home.”

Even now? Despite the desire radiating from her? Despite how loudly her wolf called to me? I could sense her wolf’s restlessness, her eagerness to accept me. Until one of us uttered those fateful words, our beasts would only acknowledge one undeniable truth: I belonged to her, and she belonged to me for all eternity.

I had made a grave mistake by killing Elijah right before her eyes, but how could she still believe I could harm her? All she had to do was say no, and I would be putty in her hands. I would comply with her every wish. Didn’t she see that when she had asked me not to kill Kostas? In the midst of my fury, I had let that bastard go without a second thought.

Perhaps it was better this way. Let her fear me. My parents would be horrified if they knew a mere Lordswood omega had such power over me. She would likely reject the bond sooner rather than later, but I would maintain my dignity.

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