I Bought A Male Escort, Turns Out He's The Lycan King (by lg savage) novel Chapter 227

Chapter 227

HUNTER

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The fog didn’t climb up the building or spread. It just pooled there, rippling like something alive. It was so thick I couldn’t see through it.

My shadows reacted instantly, thinning, flattening across the rooftop until they barely existed. Then some rose in front of me, wrapping around me so quickly that it took a second for me to understand. They weren’t preparing to strike; they were hiding me. Masking me. They pulled my presence inward so tightly my own heartbeat sounded distant in my ears.

I hadn’t told them to do that. They were either reacting to my fear, or what was below was dangerous enough that my magic chose to conceal me rather than attack.

I stayed still. Every instinct in me demanded I make a move, but I locked it down, forcing my breathing to slow and the sliver of fear to dull. My shadows’ suffocating grip around me didn’t ease. They’d drawn so close they felt like a second skin, pressing into my bones, muting everything. Even the night air dirin’t brush against me.

But I could still see everything happening below me. Carter scanned the street, like he was still waiting for me to arrive. My trap had worked, just not the way I’d intended it to. I’d expected a fight when Bronson finally revealed himself. I’d expected violence I could control, violence I could understand.

This wasn’t that.

The fog didn’t move, but the pressure inside it deepened, pressing against my shadows. My beast recoiled so violently that my claws almost broke through my skin. My magic responded instinctively, curling tighter around me, masking me harder. Even the bond to Kitty dimmed, and the one-sided emotional threads became muffled by the weight of my own power.

My control was slipping into something primal. Something protective rather than strategic. Fights driven by unstable emotions never ended the way they were meant to. Mistakes were always made, and lives lost.

And if my life was lost, Kitty’s was forfeited as well.

Carter lifted a hand, and the wolves who’d been arguing moved, spreading wider, taking positions around the warehouse they had been watching. Carter kept close to the loading dock, his shoulders square, and his posture rigid with restrained aggression.

They were getting ready to break into the warehouse, exactly as d predicted. They were disciplined but tense. I could see it in their stiff movements, in the way the shifted wolves’ ears stayed up, listening for any movement.

If I’d dropped into the middle of them now, it would have been over in seconds. But that foggy presence kept

me rooted.

Fiona stepped forward, her eyes on the fog. The air shifted again vibrating against my shadowed skin. Then the presence within the fog stepped out.

There wasn’t a flash of magic or a dramatic entrance. Just a figur forming out of the thick fog, walking towards Fiona. It was tall, narrow, and cloaked. The black hood was pulled low enough that the face remained completely hidden, and it had no scent. The power radiating from it felt wrong. It was too controlled, despite the pressure crushing me, even from this distance.

The fog thickened around their feet, curling outward like my shadows. Even muted, I scented the group’s unease in the air.

Carter stepped out from his hiding place first, still in his human form. He inclined his head slightly, showing his respect to the newcomer, and the tension in the air eased, I didn’t need to uess that this was the reason they had given Fiona so much

respect.

The person behind Bronson?

The cloaked figure lifted one hand slightly, and the fog responded, thinning near the edges of the street while remaining

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dense near my building. My pulse raced.

“You felt him?” Carter asked.

The witch’s voice came out low, almost drowned out by my shadows and her aura. “Yes.”

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My jaw tightened. Carter glanced around, scanning rooftops, shadows, and the abandoned vehicles down the street.

“Where?” the alpha asked.

The witch’s hood tilted slightly towards my building, like she was looking directly at where I hid, and all the pressure aimed at me intensified. That fear I’d suppressed sharpened again.

My shadows twitched around me, swallowing any hint of reflection and any outline. Magic warmed my blood, compressing my presence, and my beast was still curled up deep inside me. If the witch sensed me, she couldn’t pinpoint me, but I didn’t know how long that would last.

“He’s cautious,” the witch said quietly.

Carter snarled and then wiped the aggression from his face. His posture shifted subtly, showing more restraint. He was deferring to the witch subconsciously.

“Then I’ll just go and rescue my son,” he said, turning back towards the warehouse they had surrounded.

“Wait,” the witch said. Her voice was still soft, yet her aura burst from her. She’d been hiding her strength all along. Carter stopped mid-step as if he’d been commanded.

“Your child isn’t here.”

Both Fiona and Carter turned to her, eyes wide.

“Fiona tracked him here, and my best hunters confirmed it,” Carter said. “And our bond tells me he’s inside. I hear his heartbeat.”

“An illusion,” the witch said. “There is nothing inside except rodents.”

Carter burst into action, jumping onto the loading dock and slamming the rafters until there was an opening big enough for him. I didn’t dare move while he and his people searched the building, but they would have recognised the truth the moment they went in. Justin’s scent was nowhere inside.

I held still. I’d assumed the Blackmores were the strongest coven in my kingdom. Where did this woman come from?

Another presence brushed my senses minutes later. Bronson stepped out from the woods at the far end of the street, moving cautiously. His usual arrogance was gone. His attention was locked on the witch as he rushed forward.

“You found him?” Bronson asked.

“He was here,” she answered. “He knows he doesn’t have the advantage anymore.”

“And the girl? Katerina?” Bronson asked.

My heart slammed against my chest.

The witch’s voice lowered further. The air warped slightly, rippling with her magic as the fog moved to cover them.

…unstable…

weakness…

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The conversation was just fragments until it vanished completel instincts pressed me to run, to get back to Katerina and protect

But I stayed where I was, unmoving, the shadows pressing tight stepping into someone else’s trap.

I wasn’t the one deciding when the game began anymore. They

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