I Bought A Male Escort, Turns Out He's The Lycan King (by lg savage) novel Chapter 171

Chapter 171

Chapter 171

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To beat that dark magic, I had to beat the one controlling it. But Zachary couldn’t be the one. As strong as he was, the magic was stronger. Strong enough to infect him like it had done Hunter. Maybe Kostas, too.

I’d leave that fight for last.

The shadows surged again, stretching against the floor like living veins. I could see their human faces, twisted and morphed as they were that first time. Grotesque, nightmare-inducing faces. This magic was weaker. It was weak enough for Zachary to handle.

The air thickened with their intent as they approached, but I was still calm. The moon had swallowed my fear, but it hadn’t made me reckless. My eyes tracked every movement, calculating the next move quicker than I had before I’d shifted. The urge to fight, to kill, still drove me. The second one shadow was close enough, I sliced through the air, slashing it in half. It backed away, but a second later, it had knit itself back again.

But when they’d chased us, they hit us with such force I’d been sure they were physical entities.

I slashed again and again, my cold rage keeping my head clear. There was nothing to hold, nothing to fight, yet every time I touched them, I felt the cold, dark magic controlling them.

My ears caught the whispered chants.

Behind the shadows, Zachary stood, still gripping that pendant. The pendant that pulled me and recoiled me at the same time. Without wasting time, I was beside him, ripping it from his neck.

“Stop!” Zachary screamed, lunging f

The pendant burned my palm, but I didn’t let go. Zachary might have been full of magic, but his combat skills were nothing. I kicked him away and held the pendant closer, studying it. Why did it pull at me like that? To infect me? Or could I control it, too?

The shadows attacked again. My kicks, holds, and punches met nothing but air/Only my claws caused that superficial damage. As I sliced through another shadow, Randall emerged from behind it, punching me with so much force 1 slammed back into the wall. Stone cracked beneath my spine, dust raining down, but I didn’t loosen my grip on the pendant.

“Katerina,” Zachary called, his voice layered now as if something had shifted the moment I’d taken it from him.

I watched him carefully. His emotions were chaotic, as was the ooze over him. Magic sizzled in the air around him.

But he wasn’t screaming. Wasn’t in pain.

The thing inside me demanded both of those.

“You don’t understand what you’re doing. You can’t control it, it will kill you,” Randall said, his voice strained now.

The edges of the pendant glowed brighter, pressing against my skin, testing me. The magic probed, searching for a way in. It didn’t feel hostile. Not like the darkness still watching me. But my knowledge of magic was limited; only Nathan could tell me what was really going on

I rose again, ignoring the blood trickling down my chin. This time, my focus was on the Blackmores. As I rolled my neck and fell into a fighting stance again, everything Mal taught me played through my head like a ready-made manual. My excitement rose with every second. Even if the moves didn’t work on people enhanced by magic, I was going to make sure I disabled them. That they hurt for long enough to remember who I was.

Princess Katerina.

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My fist connected with Randall’s face before he saw me move, and I whirled into a high kick to the back of Zachary’s head. The older man went down hard, the crack of his skull against the floor echoing. Randall staggered but didn’t fall. He came for me again.

It felt like fighting in the ring, only the punches were heavier. Dirtier. Magic snapped through the air every time he swung. I smelled my blood as my back slammed into the stone wall again.

The heat from the pendant flared sharply, and my skin sizzled. When I opened my hand, blood trickled from my nose and dripped onto it, hissing as it vanished instantly.

“No!” Zachary shouted. “What have you done?”

I felt it then. That jolt through my blood. Something burned in my veins, searing me inside. Pain tore me for a brutal heartbeat, and then it was gone. Silent. The pendant no longer burned. The push and pull from it was gone.

The shadows flickered, their forms destabilising. One by one, they collapsed inwards, unravelling until people stood in their place. Coven members, all of them streaked with the same ooze over their bodies. They all dropped to their knees, gasping, bodies shaking as if being dragged back into themselves hurt.

“Don’t kill us,” one whispered.

The scent of fear saturated the air, and I inhaled deeply.

Finally.

Zachary stumbled back, horror clear in his eyes now. I was on him in a second, gripping the side of his head and slamming it into the wall. The scream ripped through the hallway. I inhaled again as the satisfying sound penetrated. Strength surged through me as if something inside me had fully wakened.

When the screaming stopped, I let him drop. He slid to the floor, unconscious.

Randall was already running. When I caught him, he was scrambling down the staircase at the end of the hall, one hand clawing desperately for the railing. He didn’t even turn around before I grabbed him and dragged him back.

He’d abandoned his own father. Coward. And so disloyal. Had they not planned the whole shit show together?

His screams were more satisfying. They fed something inside me every time they echoed in the hallway.

“Stop” Randall whispered, coughing up blood as he crawled away. “You’ve won. Please. Don’t kill us, we can still help you.”

I glanced at Zachary, who was starting to stir, and then back at Randall. A human would already have answered the Reaper’s call. Were they still human? I glanced at the men who’d been shadows.

“As if I’d ever trust you again,” I said with a cold laugh.

“We can save Hunter, Randall blurted, panic breaking through completely now. His aura fractured as fear ripped it apart,

“It’s not too late.”

The image slammed into me. Hunter’s chest streaked with black, his body collapsing. Grief returned on the edges of my mind. The red drained from my vision as my anxiety clawed its way back in. I couldn’t lose him.

“We’ll save him,” Randall said again. “But you have to be prepared for what comes tomorrow.”

“I don’t care what comes tomorrow,” I snarled, hauling him to his feet. I grabbed Zachary the same way and scanned the

hall.

Kostas was gone.

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The spot where he’d fallen was empty. And that icy pressure that had loomed over me from above was gone.

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