I Bought A Male Escort, Turns Out He's The Lycan King (by lg savage) novel Chapter 187

Chapter 187

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My heart had been broken more times than I could count since he moment I forced myself back into her life.

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My life had fallen apart, and I couldn’t even blame her for it. Its because of my greed. My obsession. My twisted need for vengeance that had long stopped making sense. How had I expeed to keep her while carrying out plans that would burn her world to the ground? I’d prepared myself for rejection. I’d en told myself I’d survive it and eventually crawl back into her life. But I’d relied on the bond.

Relied on it like a coward, like it would force her back to me eve if she hated me. I should have reevaluated everything long before the night she’d walked away. With Jasper gone, vengeance didn’t burn the same in my chest anymore.

This distance from Kitty was worse than rejection. Worse than the night the mate bond snapped, and my mark vanished from her neck. This felt like suffocating. Like I would never breathe again. Like I’d been wounded on enemy land, bleeding out slowly while pretending I could still stand.

Yet I lingered, like a pathetic fool, hoping that what still stirred side my chest was enough to bring her back to me. I could still feel it now, warming my blood, settling deep inside me, calling out to the woman standing by the pond.

I leaned against the wall of the inner courtyard, keeping my distance, knowing whatever storm brewed inside her would affect me too. Because I’d meant what I told her. Wherever she went, I would follow.

My heavy crown would follow me wherever I went as it had always done. My pack followed my strength. They followed the rules set in stone by my father. They didn’t need me seated on a throne as Christos did.

Speaking of which-

I’d felt him standing there since I followed Kitty. Christos stood the gates, staring at me like I was rot beneath his boots. My fists clenched. He lowered his gaze quickly, but the contempt remained. I’d been civil under his roof, but none of this would have happened if he’d just told the truth from the start.

Kitty moved then, drifting towards the swing. Her shoulders were too tight, and every few seconds, her aura spiked. Enough. The future was going to look different for both of us; it was time we had it out with each other. Otherwise, my resentment would fester.

I walked past Christos and jerked my head towards the outer gas.

“Walk.”

His fury hit me like a physical blow, but I didn’t turn back. Because how dare I order the werewolf king to walk behind me? If I weren’t so broken, this would have pleased me.

The streets outside the Lordswood fortress of a castle were nearly empty again. Word had spread. An omega female heir. Whispers clung to the air, worse than the night of the ball. I didnt need to guess which guests had spread the rumours. Their scents were already stored in my memory.

But I wouldn’t intervene. This kingdom was hers to rule.

I stopped at the tavern where Kitty and I usually ate and ordered glass of his finest ale. The cowardly king sat opposte me a few moments after the tavern owner set my drink in front of me.

“Why are you still here?” Christos asked immediately. Even now he believed he had a right to talk to me like that. The night Zachary had imprisoned me, he’d been more than happy to watch me fall. “Your bond is broken. Even if it wasn’t, Katerina would have rejected you already. You’re Lycan; you’re not worthy of my daughter.”

My fists tightened around the glass.

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“And you’re even less worthy to call her your daughter,” I said. I didn’t raise my voice. “If she knew even half the filth your family buried, she’d look at you the way she looks at me.”

Christos dared to meet my gaze.

“My daughter understands blood and loyalty,” he said. “She would never choose you over me. As the future queen, she knows her duty is to her own people.”

I leaned back slightly.

“Is that why you did it? Why you handed her the crown? So she can’t come with me?”

“She’s my heir because she deserves it,” Christos snapped. “Because she saved us when we failed. Because she could have brought the whole Great Hall to its knees with a single word. She’s strong enough to stand on her own; she doesn’t need me. And she certainly doesn’t need you.”

That part was true. Kitty was strong enough to make a Lycan King do whatever she wanted. I didn’t want her to need me. I wanted her to choose me.

“Thankfully, Kitty has more sense than you do. She’ll see the truth for herself.”

“What truth?” Christos growled. “Your grandfather and father destroyed my bloodline. They burnt down villages and imprisoned our women. Don’t twist history to suit you.”

The air shifted. The unfamiliar beast uncoiled. I stilled in my chair, my gaze pinned on the man I’d wanted to kill for so long.

“You want history,” I said, my voice calm. “Then let’s talk about what you and your father did to Lycan children.”

Christos looked back down. His shame pressed into me, but I didn’t want that or his foolish justifications.

“What did he call it? A cull?”

“Sebastian Sterling-”

The glass shattered in my hand.

“Do not speak my father’s name,” I growled.

The tavern fell silent. My beast pressed forward, responding to my fury. Shadows crept along the walls.

“You’re not qualified,” I continued. “My grandfather and father were honourable men; they fought warriors. Yours hunted children. And you allied with that traitor, Jasper. Do you know how he died?”

Blood from the cuts in my palm dripped onto the table, mixing with the wasted ale that now trickled to the floor. The shadows came closer. I’d put away my plans to avenge my parents, but this bastard made it so hard. That condescending look. That misplaced arrogance, like his hands weren’t covered in Lycan blood.

“Painfully,” I told him. “He begged. He cried. I still see his face when I sleep. I’ve killed him so many times in my dreams already, just to see that look on his face again.”

I leaned forward.

“Sometimes, it’s your face I see.”

The beast pressed harder.

“The world is better without your disgusting bloodline, Christos Lordswood.”

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A sharp intake of breath cut through the room.

Then her scent flooded everything, as if she’d masked it all this time.

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The shadows pulled back, and my beast retreated. My pulse jumped, and my limbs weakened. I didn’t turn to look behind me-I couldn’t.

Christos shoved the chair away as he stood.

“Katerina,” he said softly. “You shouldn’t come all this way by yourself.”

His voice sounded muffled, like I’d been plunged deep in ice-cold water. The threads inside me tightened painfully, and that stupid heart that I’d broken so many times already now pulverised into dust. Too many pieces to ever put together.

I hadn’t meant her. But the words were already out there, touching everything like poison. There was no coming back from that.

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