I Bought A Male Escort, Turns Out He's The Lycan King (by lg savage) novel Chapter 245

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Hunter watched me carefully as I stared at the open file in my hands. I felt his gaze on my face, on my fingers tightening around the paper, on the way my breathing had slowed instead of quickened. He was waiting for anger. For shouting. For me to finally lash out at him again.

But everything inside me had gone silent.

The office around us faded into the background as I looked at the first page again. A familiar seal sat at the top of the report above all the horrid words that my brain refused to process properly. The Lordswood seal. The Lordswood crest.

The report was written in English, and I knew what every word meant on its own, but strung together like this, they didn’t make sense. They became something monstrous and unreal. The paragraphs blurred even though my vision remained sharp. The words were followed by the signatures of people I knew.

People whose portraits still hung proudly in our castle halls. Dead relatives. Dead uncles, aunts, cousins. All gone long before I was even born.

All except one. My father.

I’d built this wall around my heart to protect myself from Hunter, but now I felt it crack quietly.

I turned the page slowly. My hands trembled hard enough that the paper shook with them. Photographs slid into view. Bodies. Burned homes. Children. Women-Lycans-in cages, actual cages. My stomach twisted violently. The meal Mal had forced into me before we left threatened to come back up, because I was staring at something that had never once appeared in the history books I’d memorised as a child. Not one mention. Not one whisper.

The insignia on the uniforms of the men standing over the cages made bile rise into my throat. It was the same insignia still proudly worn by the Lordswood warriors. The same symbol stitched onto Kostas’ ceremonial jackets during royal events. The same crest I used to stare at when I was younger, wishing desperately that one day the pack would look at me with the same respect they gave him.

I looked up sharply. Hunter still hadn’t moved. Tanner stood near the hidden elevator doors like a silent shadow. Nathan’s posture had gone rigid beside the wall, and Kostas looked tense now, his eyes fixed on the papers in my hands.

“This is fabricated,” I stated.

I hated the crack in my voice. It matched the widening fracture in my chest.

“I didn’t want you to find out like this,” Hunter said softly. “But we’ve run out of time.”

My jaw tightened as I looked back down. There were witness reports clipped beneath the photographs. The lists of evidence, some of it marked as destroyed or missing, while the rest sat somewhere in the Bureau. Every incident had dates attached to it. dates older than the war that I’d memorised in my studies. Older than the stories my father told me as a child.

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And the reason for these atrocities? Greed. Resource disputes. Jealousy over Lycan expansion and influence. It wasn’t about survival, defence, or protection.

My pulse began pounding harder, and the numbness inside me started splitting open little by little as emotions leaked through the cracks.

I flipped another page. And another. The deeper I went, the worse it became. The Lordswoods hadn’t retaliated against Lycan aggression like I’d been taught. They had started it. Provoked it. Escalated it repeatedly.

My family had seized werewolf territories under false claims. They’d burned border villages and blamed the Lycans. They’d poisoned supply routes and destroyed the once peaceful trade. Ordered executions without trial to keep the truth buried. All to incite our people.

To create justification for the Alpha King title.

My fingers froze over a page. An official order, a clearance for the forced removal of mixed-blood settlements near the border. It was signed by Andreas Lordswood.

My great-grandfather.

I stared at the signature for several seconds before my vision blurred slightly.

“No,” I whispered.

Hunter still said nothing, but he inched closer, carefully, like he was approaching a wounded animal. In the frayed bond, emotions pressed against the cracks in my chest. Grief. Regret. Rage held under brutal control. And somehow that made it worse, because my own emotions began to echo them for the first time in weeks.

I kept reading. Every few pages carried another Lycan retaliation. It was always brutal and merciless, always bloody. Entire villages wiped out, mass graves. But not first. They were never first. It was always responding.

On the last page, on another date before the war, my hands shook so badly I almost dropped the file. The photographs were worse than anything else. All my relatives had signed this one, including my father.

They called it a cull. They’d taken Lycan children.

My vision swam. I imagined them sitting around some polished table discussing this while convincing themselves they were righteous rulers protecting the kingdom. My stomach finally gave out.

I slammed the file onto the desk and doubled over as I threw up violently all over Hunter’s floor. He was beside me in an instant, one hand gripping my shoulder while the other rubbed my back. But this time his touch didn’t soothe me.

Perhaps nothing would ever ground me again.

The crack inside my chest widened.

“What is it?” Kostas growled, crossing the office. “What are you showing her?”

“I’ve got her,” Hunter said. Even in my state, I heard the warning in his tone. Kostas didn’t come any closer.

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I wiped the back of my mouth and forced myself upright again, staring at the scattered papers across the desk. There were still more pages left, but nothing could possibly be worse than this. Could it?

It was after this that the war officially began. And suddenly, everything I’d been taught about Lycan brutality looked completely different. Their savagery was not unprovoked. They became the monsters that the history books described because it was the most fitting revenge. They destroyed the Lordswoods step by step until only my father remained.

A broken laugh nearly escaped me. My entire life had been built on this inherited hatred. On this carefully edited history. On this lie. And now I stood in Hunter Sterling’s office-the man I’d sworn to hate forever— while reading proof that my family had drenched the first knife in blood. Proof that my family were assholes and never deserved the crown.

Proof that Hunter had been right all along, my bloodline was indeed disgusting.

Something cold slid through the bond. It was pain. Hunter stood with his hand still on my back, and his jaw had locked so tight I could see the muscle ticking there.

“You knew all this,” I whispered.

“Yes.”

“For how long?”

“Always,” he said.

The word gutted me.

“They took some of my friends,” he said quietly. “My family went out to right the wrongs, and at the end of it all, only my father and grandfather came home. I was six. I still remember the blood on them when they walked through the door.”

Six.

So this was why he’d tried to resist the bond from the beginning. He’d been right to hate me.

My chest started hurting so badly that I pressed my fist against it. The bond shifted in a way it hadn’t in a long time. From the corner of my eye, I saw my shadows beginning to crawl across the walls.

“What the fuck is going on?” Nathan asked, his gaze on the shadows swirling at his feet. He held his weapon tightly, as if he would shoot at them the second they turned against him.

I tried to pull them back, but my chest was too raw, too wounded to hold anything else in. I leaned against the desk, only to be confronted by the file again. There were handwritten notes in the margins of some documents. Bureau findings. Investigations. Mentions of suppressed reports. One image lay half-hidden beneath another document.

My hand shook as I pulled free. A line of werewolf prisoners knelt in the snow. And standing behind them was a man whose face was in almost every hall in our castle. My grandfather.

He was smiling, his arm around a man who resembled Hunter. My breath caught.

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