I Bought A Male Escort, Turns Out He's The Lycan King novel Chapter 30

Chapter 30

HUNTER

“Just an issue with my car,” I lied smoothly, turning to her.

Kitty stood in the doorway, her eyes heavy-lidded, fighting sleep. She swayed on her feet.

“Why are you out of bed?” I asked, already moving to scoop her up. She snuggled against me, her warmth seeping into me. My scent was still all over her. I inhaled, and my beast stirred. Ours.

I had to fix this mess between us, and soon. Because somewhere in the few days, wanting her had turned into needing her.

“Water,” she rasped, her voice still shredded from screaming my name.

I set her gently on the counter and poured her a glass, grateful that she didn’t ask about my phone call again. That had been too close. I couldn’t blow my cover now. She had to believe I knew nothing until she came to me herself. Until she trusted me.

As she drank, something swelled in my chest. Something warm and tender. I hadn’t felt that since my parents died.

I stepped between her legs, brushing her bangs aside, and smiled when she leaned into me. I couldn’t even remember the last time I smiled.

“I’ll take you back to bed,” I said gently.

She nuzzled into my neck as I carried her, and for a moment I let myself imagine. What would we be like together if she were a wolf? With her sass and sharp tongue, she would have been someone who would make me work hard to earn her submission.

When she woke again, brunch was waiting, and the rest of the day she stayed curled in my arms on the couch. Since becoming the Director of the Bureau, I’d lived under relentless pressure, but with her in my arms, I had peace. It was nice. It was something I hadn’t even known I yearned for.

The next morning, I watched her slip into a fitted suit and heels, fussing over the lovebites I’d left on her neck. My nose flared, catching the faint trace of my scent under her perfume. Anyone with supernatural blood would know she’d been with someone. Anyone who knew me would know that someone was me.

Nathan Rivers, especially.

Half an hour after she left, I walked into the Bureau. My contact had already checked the tyres, but I knew the truth. Kitty wasn’t the one leaving those tracks at the crime scenes.

Before heading up to meet him, I pressed the button for Kitty’s floor before I could think. I wouldn’t see her. Just allowing her scent to warm me would be enough. The elevator opened to a hum of activity behind the walls. My nose flared, locking on her scent instantly.

No one looked at me; with my aura masked, I was just another employee. But when I stood outside the paralegal office, the voices drifted to my ears. My fist clenched at my side as fury blazed through me.

“Why are you so worried about her, Edward? Look at those hickies. Her only qualification is sleeping with the boss.”

Fire flowed in my

veins.

“That’s true. She’s only sending internal emails and notices while the rest of us are drowning.”

“Must be nice to have it so easy.”

“Kathrine is top of her class,” a bored voice cut in. “Permanent contract, too. In a few months, you’ll be doing all her grunt work. Your jealousy is showing, Melanie.”

Melanie. I’d remember that name.

“You keep defending her, Bree, but she hasn’t earned your loyalty. She’s just a slut-”

The word detonated something inside me. My beast broke free of his cage, releasing my aura in a wave of fury. Strangled gasps in the office, and then the sound of things cluttering to the floor snapped my attention back. The ripple of fear had spread through the building. I wrenched my control back before I ripped the door off its hinges.

I’d been seconds away from marching in and painting the walls with her blood.

Turning away, I stalked to my office, ignoring the startled glances that followed me. I snatched up the phone, still holding back my snarling beast.

“Watson. My office. Bring the paralegal called Melanie.”

It was at this moment that I truly understood what those tender feelings I had for Kitty were. I wanted to keep her with me. Even if I couldn’t mark her, she was still mine.

By the time the knock came, I’d already scented Watson’s dread from the elevator. I glanced at the woman’s files again. So many complaints against her. How had she even got this job?

“Enter.”

Watson kept his head low as he walked in, but the tall, blonde woman smiled widely as she glanced around. She reeked of ambition. The quality of her clothes was far above what Kitty wore, but Kitty still looked more elegant.

“You wanted to see us, sir?” Watson started.

“Yes. I want to know how you allow this,” my gaze snapped to Melanie, “to turn your department into a playground.”

Her smile faltered.

“I don’t follow,” Watson said, glancing at Melanie.

I leaned forward, letting my aura bleed out until Watson’s fear scented the air.

“Remind your department that slander is a criminal offence. And dignity is a clause in every contract,” I growled.

The blood drained from Melanie’s face. Finally, she understood.

“Yes, Director,” Mr Watson stammered.

“Leave us. I’ll have a word with Miss Lawson.”

When the door shut, I leaned back and pinned my gaze on the woman in front of me. She began to tremble.

“You accused Kathrine Munroe of sleeping her way into the job,” I said, my voice low and cold.

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