I Bought A Male Escort, Turns Out He's The Lycan King (by lg savage) novel Chapter 222

Chapter 222

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It was already dark when I pulled the file out of the hidden compartment in my drawer and flipped it open. The grainy images of a white wolf stared back at me, and beneath them, the extra pictures that Bronson had brought from his ‘anonymous report. Though they were low quality, the posture was unmistakable. Head high, shoulders squared, no sign of

submission.

White wolves weren’t supposed to exist anymore. All we had were stories, whispers passed down as if they were facts. Abominations. Violent. Unstable. A mistake. Werewolves used the stories to enforce obedience. They were just a convenient myth, repeated too often.

But Lycans never cared. Only strength mattered to us. Loyalty mattered. I leaned back in my chair slowly, staring at the report again. The description was brief, but I already knew it was bullshit. Kitty’s instability came from the magic.

And the violence came from me.

My beast shifted at that thought. He liked the truth. He’d found the one person in this world made just for us, complete with a little bit of darkness in her veins.

Bronson would not like that. Once he found out that she was my fated mate, his attack would only be one of many. I had to cut that shit down before it had a chance to take root. Before everyone realised she shared her strength with a monster.

Before they realised she wasn’t just surviving it, she was adapting to it. Not resisting the urges that were never meant to be acted out.

I still wasn’t sure how it worked. Sharing strengths, the images in the bond, the change in my beast, and her ability to ignore a fated bond. All of it was new information to me, but I didn’t have the luxury of time to find out. Every hour I spent pushing paperwork on my desk was another hour Bronson spent building the fear around her.

Like with Justin. The kid had believed everything he’d been told without question. How many little Justins had filtered into the human kingdom already?

I closed the file and opened the thinner one behind it. The classified one that explained the werewolf kingdom’s responses when a white wolf was reported. Registration, restricted movement, and detainments. And then came the unauthorised detentions and the disappearances, with the Council approvals stamped after the fact. It was ridiculous how much effort they put into removing wolves that were different. Some of the names were decades old, and some of them simply stopped mid-record without any follow-ups. There were no burial records included.

I put the file back and then looked at my blank screen. I’d told Kitty we could make our own rules, so here I was about to do just that, putting out the fires she was starting before they consumed us. A blatant abuse of power, but I didn’t give a shit.

The problem wasn’t Kitty; it was the law. The laws that had been made before my bloodline earned the throne. Laws designed by alphas who feared losing control. Laws that punishell anyone different because they couldn’t be predicted.

I’d bet that bastard Christos was a huge supporter of this law, How would he react when he found out his daughter, his chosen heir, was something he would imprison in his dungeon without a second thought?

The bond had finally settled, and though my beast still prowled, could handle his frustration a little while longer, Kitty wasn’t injured, but that restless hum told me she hadn’t been satisfied. She would hunt again and again. The longer she did it, the more difficult it would be for me to resist. The longer she asted blood, the more her instincts would sharpen in response. It wasn’t just her evolving; it was both of us.

I mindlinked Tanner to come to my office. He didn’t waste time, knowing every move we made now was crucial.

“I’ve already ruled out the packs that were forced into it,” Tanner said when he stood in front of my desk. “And we have eyes on all the confirmed ones. There are groups near the docks in Stockport.”

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“Are they still watching us?”

Or maybe the better question was if they had started to panic now, after Kitty had run through them.

“Yes. All your properties and the Bureau. They still have people outside Her Majesty’s apartment.”

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I nodded, still looking at my blank screen. The cursor blinked continuously while I decided just how far I was willing to go.

“Mr Rivers stopped the confrontation at his property, but there was one fatality.”

I looked up. Just one? From the images I’d seen, I’d expected the cleanup crew to find a bigger mess.

“It was Mr Rivers who did it.”

April’s face flashed through my mind. Nathan hadn’t said a word when he’d picked her up; he’d been calm and composed. But I’d seen through that mask straight away.

“Self-defence is legal,” I said with a shrug, turning the blank screen to him. “We’re rewriting every section in the laws and bylaws about white wolves. Decriminalise white wolves. Remove this automatic classification. Send it to Legal tonight; I want it to pass first thing in the morning.”

I was going to build Kitty a world that wouldn’t immediately try to cage her.

Tanner didn’t even blink. For a second, I remembered Elijah. He been like that, too, until the dark magic corrupted him. Calm and efficient, and very loyal until he wasn’t. The memory left a bitter taste in my mouth. I shoved it aside and gave Tanner more instructions. The pieces had to move into place sogner rather than later.

“Bronson called another meeting. He’s sent the details this time

I knew he wouldn’t give up. Tanner placed an envelope on my desk. Since I shut down the electronic communications, those had been piling up again. The paper was easier to intercept, and it slowed everything down, including Bronson.

The file was sealed. I broke the tab, pulled out a single sheet of paper, and then froze. There was only a single line, one that was so obviously carefully designed to spark the chaos I was trying to avoid.

“Subject exhibits white wolf genetic markers-status unknown.”

And below it was a name.

Katerina Lordswood.

My beast pressed forward so violently that I had to grip the edge of the desk to steady myself. This wasn’t just a notice to the Council; this was a declaration of war. The rebellion I’d known was coming.

It wasn’t a direct attack, but he’d laid the groundwork. Now, even the old human Council representative would be on his side.

“The Council will demand an investigation,” Tanner said.

I exhaled slowly. The Council was nothing to me, but if they all got together, they would do all the things that were already allowed by the law. My pieces weren’t aligning fast enough.

I slid the paper back into the envelope.

“Push the amendment as soon as you finish it,” I said. “Emergency authority.”

“Bronson will try to get you, too.”

“He can try.”

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The cursor blinked on the screen. War was no longer coming; Bronson had just started it. The Council was about to find out why I was the Lycan King.

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