I Bought A Male Escort, Turns Out He's The Lycan King novel Chapter 33

**Leaves Falling Like Promises**
**By Amara Grant**
**Chapter 33**

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What was it about that man that compelled him to follow me? A chill coursed through my veins as I watched Hunter’s intense gaze fixate on the screen. The figure outside was staring directly into the camera, as if he possessed an unsettling awareness that we were observing him.

“I’ll take care of him,” Hunter growled, his voice laced with a simmering fury.

I could sense the intensity of his anger, a fire that seemed to pulse just beneath the surface. I hadn’t even had the chance to explain the situation, yet here he was, ready to confront this unknown threat on my behalf. That instinctual protectiveness warmed my icy blood, even as a coil of anxiety tightened within my chest.

“Make sure to lock the door behind me,” he commanded, his tone brooking no argument.

With that, he stormed out, his shoulders taut and his fist clenched at his side, ready to unleash whatever wrath he felt was necessary.

My eyes remained glued to the live feed on the screen, my heart racing. Whoever this man was, he had no business being at my apartment. If he was affiliated with the Bureau, his unexpected appearance had to be a serious breach of protocol. Especially at this late hour.

But then again, I recalled the Bureau vehicle that had trailed me just days before. They had been watching me, perhaps even stalking me.

The first time I had encountered him, I had thought him strikingly handsome. Yet that initial attraction had been obliterated by the unease he instilled in me. There was something inherently wrong about him, a vibe that set my instincts on high alert.

His eyes flicked from the camera to the door, and I noticed a muscle in his jaw twitch. His expression shifted, morphing into something darker—anger?—before he lowered his head and slipped into the shadows outside.

The door swung open, and Hunter didn’t pursue him. He stood there, radiating fury, his body taut with suppressed violence. Even through the screen, I could see the rigid line of his jaw and the way he held himself, perfectly still, like a predator poised to strike. After a moment, he turned and re-entered the room.

A part of me felt relief that there hadn’t been a confrontation. That man felt like he belonged to another realm altogether, something supernatural. Yet another part of me was ablaze with questions. How had he tracked me down? Was he somehow connected to Nathan? Or worse, to my father?

Hunter returned, his anger seemingly evaporated, replaced by a disarming smile. But despite his outward calm, I could see the remnants of that earlier fury lurking just beneath the surface.

“Our food’s getting cold,” he said, his voice light. “We should eat and then get some sleep.”

I attempted to focus on the meal before me, but what had once looked appetizing now tasted like dry sawdust in my mouth. My gaze kept drifting back to Hunter, who still wore that smile, yet I could sense the simmering anger beneath it—an echo of what had flared up when I had returned home bloodied, and after that unsettling dinner with Mr. Rivers.

That dangerous warmth surged through me again, the kind that tempted me to pretend that everything was normal, that this was real.

“I don’t know who he is,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. Was I crossing a line by divulging what happened outside these walls? The boundaries had been blurring for some time now.

“I’ve seen him at work,” I continued, my heart racing. “But I can’t fathom how he found me.”

As the clock ticked towards evening, the smile on Hunter’s face faltered. The anger flickered back momentarily, but when he turned to me, it had vanished once more.

“I’ll keep watch,” he said firmly. “Perhaps I should drive you to work and pick you up afterward? I know it goes against your rules, but your safety is my priority.”

That warm sensation blossomed within me again. Another boundary crossed. I wasn’t strong enough to face a supernatural threat alone, and neither was Hunter, but I nodded in agreement. Despite the chaos swirling around us, I didn’t want to push him away.

“Are you still hungry?” he asked, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.

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