I Bought A Male Escort, Turns Out He's The Lycan King (by lg savage) novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130

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I was calm. My mind was settled in a way it hadn’t been since Nathan brought me back. I knew what that meant. This‘ settling bond‘ was a real thing, and breaking away from him now would be impossible.

Because I didn’t want to.

Even with Hunter’s bloody face still flashing through my mind, even with the size of his beast, and all that dangerous energy he carried with him, I didn’t want to leave. It should have terrified me. It was like pulling him back from that rage and feeling his unhidden emotions had merged my mind with my wolf’s. I no longer doubted her judgment, even with all the things I was up against.

The Lycan King being one of them.

I shivered, but forced that thought out of my head quickly. We’d keep a low profile until I went back to the secret life I’d built. There was no point thinking of what would happen if that beast found out I’d mated one of his people, because by then it would be too late. I’d have to wait for the inevitable.

Perhaps that was the curse Kostas meant.

I brushed that thought aside, too, because I wouldn’t let Father’s mind game rattle me.

Hunter walked into the lounge he’d left me in for hours, several bags in his hands. Dressed in a suit, his face clean–shaven, the sight of him made my heart race. My wolf strutted, standing tall with her ears erect and tail held high, as if she’d been waiting for his attention.

“I got all the basics,” Hunter said as he placed the bags at the end of the chair where I’d curled up with a book. “The rest will be delivered soon.”

He hadn’t asked me what I wanted. Any other time this presumptuousness would have rubbed me the wrong way, but I felt warmth flowing through me. It was like how he’d taken care of me in my apartment, doing all the things I’d struggled with or deemed unimportant.

I felt wanted Claimed.

“Did I tak

ong?”

Yes! My wolf howled that answer, but I was well aware that I couldn’t show too much affection now. Despite the complete bond, our future was still uncertain. I wanted him to have a way out, if it came to that.

“I was okay.”

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Surprisingly so. Even after Hunter drove away, the Lycans in the woods hadn’t advanced. How much power did Hunter have as their alpha to warrant such obedience? But that bloody face flashed in my mind again. With Lycans, only the truly ruthless could stand at the top.

Hunter sat next to the bags and met my gaze. Like he’d known I wasn’t okay when the bond stretched, and he went further away. But he didn’t say anything.

“I told them to find Rivers.”

My eyes widened.

“He’s alive? They got him out?” I asked. That had been gnawing at me the whole time. That and the guilt that had come after realising Kostas had come, but I hadn’t asked about Mother.

With how hard they were trying to get me home without telling me the whole truth, I wasn’t sure they deserved my worry. But they were still my family, after all. Even after that resentment that had grown in me, I didn’t hate my parents. But my feelings for Kostas were more complicated.

Hunter cocked his head, studying me.

“Who got him out?” he asked.

“After Elijah grabbed him, he got sick. He was barely breathing,” I explained. “The Blackmores said it was forbidden magic, but they could save him. But I overheard some of the guards say he’d died.”

“Blackmore coven?”

I caught the hint of surprise in the bond.

“Their loyalty is to your father,” Hunter added.

A chill slid down my spine. I wasn’t surprised that the director of the Bureau knew that. Their intelligence network was

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beyond anything I’d ever known. But I suddenly felt dumb for trusting them with the man who’d done everything to protect

1. me.

“They told me they would take him out during the ceremony, but I wasn’t sure if they made it. And Nathan was in such bad shape, I don’t know if he could have held out long enough for them to help.”

I noticed his fist clench briefly. Anger rippled through the bond.

“Rivers is hard to kill,” he said, almost as if that was a bad thing. “I’ll call Tanner now with the new lead.”

Tanner? As in, the deputy director at the Bureau. It was strange to hear him refer to a man feared by many so casually. But then again, he was the main boss. He had more power than most alphas. I wondered if that would work in his favour if what we did pissed off the Lycan King.

“I’ll carry these up so you can change for dinner,” he said as he stood.

He hesitated. A wave of longing rolled through to me, but he cleared his throat and looked away.

“Take your time,” he said, before leaving the room quickly.

I wasn’t sure where we were in our relationship now. It was strange. I sensed everything, felt everything, yet I still knew a relationship between us right now would do more harm than good. That it was better to play it safe until we were sure Father and the Lycan King would accept us together.

A long shot, but that was the only thing I could wish for. The only other option was bloodshed, another war.

Sighing, I put my book down and walked out of the room. I hadn’t dared look around even when Hunter had left me alone, but the decor wasn’t something I’d expected from Hunter. Marble floors, modern artwork and furniture, fancy electrics. It was all more expensive than anything I would ever own, but none of it had character. Nathan’s loud, pretentious style had more character than this.

Still, I wasn’t one to judge. Hunter was probably too busy in the human world to have designed the interior himself.

My packages were on the bed when I walked in, and Hunter had already retreated, downstairs. I’d showered twice already since I woke, so I just freshened up and walked back to the bed to pick an outfit.

I’d just chosen a simple, flowy dress when I felt a chill in the air.

Somet‘

slamm.

ithered over my skin, something dark that felt familiar, as it covered me in slimy, icy tendrils. My heart against my chest, and my wolf was instantly alert, whining.

Gasping, I whirled around. There was nothing there–no scent, no aura, nothing pricking at my senses. I felt uneasy as my gaze scanned the room.

But that darkness had been too real. I searched my head, trying to remember where I’d felt something like that before. And then it hit me. I’d felt that uneasiness when I faced Elijah, first at work and then when he’d followed me home.

And I’d felt it another time.

When it had woken me up in my room at the castle.

I wrapped my arms around myself as I backed up to the door, still on high alert. Seconds later, Hunter burst through it, grabbing me and putting me behind him before his gaze darted around.

“What happened?” he growled. His claws were already extended, his eye’s bleeding red. That murderous aura covered him as he looked for the threat.

“I don’t know,” I said, forcing myself to breathe.

The uneasiness was gone now, and my heartbeat began to ease. I looked around the large bedroom, with sunlight still filtering through the windows, and birds still chirping outside. I’d probably overreacted. That feeling lasted only seconds. I‘ d been too stressed lately that my mind still hadn’t caught up to the fact that I was safe for now, with Hunter.

“It was nothing,” I answered, clutching the dress to my chest. “I’ll get dressed and join you.”

Hunter looked around one last time before he nodded and left the room. But he didn’t walk away or calm himself. The bond still hummed with his anxiety while I pulled the white dress over my head and found some slippers.

Before I opened the door to leave, I looked back again. Still clear. Still warm and calm.

I swallowed and left the room. Maybe facing things head–on would help me get rid of the stress. I didn’t want to ever feel anything like that again.

It had felt too much like… death.

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