I Bought A Male Escort, Turns Out He's The Lycan King novel Chapter 75

**Leaves Falling Like Promises**
**By Amara Grant**
**Chapter 75**

**HUNTER**

Another day spent in the relentless pursuit of a phantom. My inner beast had driven me to the very edge, urging me to follow trails that vanished the moment I thought I had them pinned down. I was making my way toward the boundary that separated our world from the other—an ancient forest, dense and enigmatic, shrouded in powerful magic that deterred most humans from ever emerging alive.

By midday, I stumbled upon an abandoned bike, its frame streaked with Elijah’s blood. The bastard was still wounded, still healing, and while part of me found satisfaction in that, an even larger part seethed with frustration. How was it that he always seemed to be two steps ahead of me?

Knowing his destination would have been a game-changer, but now, the only thing standing between me and the wolf kingdom was that foreboding forest. On the other side, patrols had been ramped up as I’d ordered all the alphas to do, yet instinctively, I sensed that Elijah had anticipated this move as well.

The motel I chose this time was a familiar refuge from our past, a place we had frequented before we fully integrated into the human world. It boasted spacious rooms, spare clothes, reinforced walls, and ample privacy—ideal for wolves needing to shift without prying human eyes. Humans may have had an inkling of our existence, but they were blissfully unaware of the full extent of our world.

As I entered the room that had always been set aside for me, I made a beeline for the shower. Watching the grime and filth swirl down the drain, my chest tightened with an all-too-familiar ache. I hadn’t forgotten about Kitty for even a moment, but in these quiet, solitary moments, that longing felt like a weight threatening to crush me.

The bond we shared was still tenuous, stretched thin like a fragile thread. If Kitty had been a wolf, she would have understood the profound significance of that gift from the Goddess. She would have known how right it felt. Yet here I was, grappling with the reality that people like Rivers would always be able to come between us, leaving our bond forever incomplete, forever one-sided.

Slipping into a pair of pajamas I had pulled from the closet, I finally collapsed onto the expansive super king bed, exhaling deeply. Kitty’s voice echoed in my mind, replaying her words over and over: “It was just sex.” She had said it with such conviction, but she had been a virgin. Perhaps she didn’t recognize the rarity of the deep connection we shared.

I would kill Elijah. And then I would show her.

With that fierce determination coursing through me, I closed my eyes, yearning to slip back into the same dream that had visited me the night before. My thoughts drifted slowly, and eventually, my beast found solace, comforted by the familiar scent of Kitty’s vanilla that filled my lungs once more.

When I finally opened my eyes, the gaping hole in my chest felt a little less painful. There she was—Kitty, sprawled across the bed, naked, as if she had been waiting for my return. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes, still that captivating blue, locked onto mine with a raw, insatiable need.

I felt every sensation as if I were wide awake.

“I’ve missed you,” I breathed, my voice cracking as it reverberated in the space that separated us.

Kitty propped herself up on her elbows, her gaze unwavering.

“You smell so good,” she replied, her voice a sultry whisper.

In that moment, her eyes shimmered with a beautiful violet before returning to their electric blue. Omega eyes. My mind was so tangled that I was dreaming of Kitty as a wolf, and somehow, she could still catch my scent despite the distance between us.

“What do I smell like?” I asked, inching closer, my eyes roaming over her body.

“Like the forest. Sandalwood,” she murmured, rising to her knees. “Orange blossoms.”

The air was thick with the heady, sweet scent of her arousal, enveloping me like a drug. I inhaled deeply, greedily. The scent I had tried so hard to forget, even when it haunted my dreams, surged back to me—molten amber, smoked vanilla, chocolate peppermint.

**Chapter 75**

A fire ignited within me. Molten lava coursed through my veins. There was no guilt now, even though Kitty carried the scent of her— that spoiled princess. No guilt for how much it stirred me.

Her eyes flashed once more, and something primal stirred within me as my beast roared that word.

*Mine.*

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