I Bought A Male Escort, Turns Out He's The Lycan King novel Chapter 47

**Leaves Falling Like Promises**
**By Amara Grant**
**Chapter 47**

How well did I truly know Hunter? The question lingered in my mind like a shadow, taunting me. Was he trying to demonstrate his understanding of me while I stood there, a blank slate regarding his life?

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” I replied, my teeth clenched tightly, a defensive barrier against the unexpected probing.

His gaze flickered to my scarf, and instinctively, I adjusted it, a subconscious act of protection. The truth was, my ignorance about Hunter was a product of my own hesitance. He had been reaching out, attempting to peel back the layers of my guarded facade, while I was busy fortifying my defenses.

“Oh? So you just live with him? That’s rather convenient, isn’t it?”

Ir Rivers leaned casually against the sideboard, drink in hand, that infuriating smirk returning to his lips. Each word he spoke felt like a deliberate move in a game, as if he were toying with me. My heart sank again, but even with the weight of Mr. Rivers and the man lurking downstairs, I still found myself drawn to Mr. Rivers.

Did he know I had met Hunter at a club? Did he know Hunter’s profession as an escort? A flush of heat crept up my neck, but I forcefully pushed that shame aside. Bringing Hunter home had been my decision, and I chose to trust that he was no longer seeing other women.

But was he? I quickly dismissed that thought; it wasn’t why I had come here.

“You say the man following me isn’t one of yours. Are you implying he’s Hunter’s?”

Hunter had chased that man away when he had come to the house, and his demeanor hadn’t suggested a friendly visit.

“I’m just suggesting you pay closer attention to him,” Mr. Rivers replied with a nonchalant shrug. “Now, was that why you were blowing up my phone?”

The image of that girl flashed in my mind again, and I instinctively looked away from those predatory eyes. Perhaps humans could ignore such horrors, but that scene replayed in my mind too clearly, even with the blood. It felt too practiced, too clean—like whatever had caused it had no qualms about tearing flesh apart.

“Did you do it?” I managed to whisper, my voice barely audible.

“Did I do what?” he asked, swirling the drink in his glass, his gaze momentarily fixed on it before locking back onto me.

“The girl.”

“Now why would I draw that sort of attention to myself?” he replied, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

Not a clear denial, nor an admission. I took a step back, my eyes darting toward the door, but I froze, conjuring an image of that man waiting just outside. Had he followed my scent?

“You should return. It probably wasn’t wise to skip work to find me after leaving a Bureau interrogation,” he advised, his tone casual, but the implication sent a chill down my spine.

My stomach sank. I hadn’t considered that angle. I understood that the Bureau’s interest in Mr. Rivers meant they were keeping a close watch on him, and here I was, breaking my routine to seek him out. I had only drawn more attention to myself.

I rushed toward the door, only to halt once more.

“He’s gone. You probably won’t see him around for a while,” Rivers said, his voice smooth behind me.

I spun around, my heart racing, demanding, “Who the hell is he?”

“Ask Hunter,” Mr. Rivers replied with a casual shrug, moving closer, invading my personal space.

I instinctively recoiled, struggling to process his words while battling the rising tide of fear at his proximity. This alpha was not someone to provoke. I should never have come here without Hunter’s explicit permission.

My pulse quickened, and I kept my gaze lowered until my back hit the cold door behind me. I fought to steady my breath, but it was a futile effort. His hand lifted, pausing mid-air as I flinched.

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