I Bought A Male Escort, Turns Out He's The Lycan King (by lg savage) novel Chapter 81

**Leaves Falling Like Promises**
**By Amara Grant**
**Chapter 81**

**HUNTER**

I found myself standing in that bedroom for what felt like an eternity, each moment stretching into a vivid replay of dreams that I both craved and despised. The air was thick with an unwanted scent, one that seemed to wrap around me like a suffocating shroud. I was ensnared, trapped in a waking nightmare from which I could not escape.

Instead of Kitty, the figure on the bed transformed before my eyes into the striking blond, blue-eyed omega I had been searching for. It was her lips that parted to call my name, her sultry moans reverberating in my ears. I could almost feel her legs wrapping around me, pulling me deeper into the fantasy as she shattered into a million pieces of ecstasy.

Dropping to my knees, I felt the hard, unyielding heat of my arousal, a betrayal that gnawed at my insides. Yet, no matter how much I loathed myself, the desire surged on.

“Fuck me. Hunter…”

It was Kitty’s voice, but Katerina’s body that beckoned me.

“Yes… Yes, right there.”

Kitty’s moans mingled with Katerina’s intoxicating scent, the very essence that had taken me captive. Desperation clawed at me as I gripped myself tightly, hoping that the pain would drown out the overwhelming arousal. But all it did was stoke the fire coursing through my veins, igniting a primal need that I could not control. Thick ropes of release coated my fingers, splattering onto the plush rug beneath me.

And still, I remained achingly hard, as if that cursed scent held some dark magic that forced a reaction from me against my will. My beast reveled in it, howling and purring in satisfaction, as if he had forgotten that it was Kitty who was rightfully mine. Like a traitor, he betrayed me.

How could that scent still ensnare me so completely? That foul Lordswood aroma was everywhere, clinging to everything in the room like a sinister shadow.

A groan escaped my lips as my cock throbbed again in my grip, and my mind shattered. It was as if I was trapped in a living nightmare, my body betraying me as it surrendered to the overwhelming urge. My fist moved almost of its own accord, tugging once, twice, and another wave of release shot forth.

“Fucking spoiled princess,” I growled, collapsing onto my back on the rug, panting and spent.

Yet, that scent continued to haunt me. My cock jutted out, thick and heavy, my knot swelling with the phantom sensation of the princess from my dreams. My sickening dreams. My mind blurred the lines, unable to distinguish between Katerina and Kitty, their moans echoing in the room like a twisted symphony. It was vile, a grotesque violation of the sacred bond I had chosen. Yet, I was powerless to stop it.

Heat radiated from my body as sweat trickled down my forehead. The desperate need to find the princess clawed at me… No, not the princess. I had to find Kitty, the one who could bring me back to myself, the one whose body had calmed my raging beast before. I had found solace between her legs for the first time in my life.

But as much as I craved Kitty, my mind burned with thoughts of Katerina.

I wanted to breach her untouched walls with my knot, to fill her with my seed until she bore my pups. I envisioned that sassy mouth wrapping around my cock, her gagging on it, and her screams of pleasure echoing in my ears until she fainted, only to awaken and beg for more.

I wanted to claim her on every surface, against every wall. To fill her with my essence and sink my teeth into her soft flesh, marking her as mine while she did the same to me.

I wanted to mark Katerina Lordswood.

Goddammit.

My back arched involuntarily, another wave of warmth pooling on my stomach. I wanted to sever my cock from my body, to bash my head against something solid to erase these sickening images. I yearned to suppress my beast, to silence the relentless urges that consumed me.

As my mind began to clear, I sensed that bond once more. With it, my guilt multiplied. I hadn’t felt the bond at all when I had released in the princess’s bedroom, and now it felt faint and distant. She had gone somewhere far away, shielded by magic like Mal’s cabin.

Casting a final glance back at the house, I shoved thoughts of the princess deep into the recesses of my mind, where they typically lay buried. I would inform Kostas that Rivers had made contact with the love of his life, and the Lordswood pack would imprison her again. I would never have to lay eyes on Katerina again.

With that resolution, I jogged away from the manor, wary of shifting in case my beast dragged me back to that accursed room. I had squandered an entire day trapped in that house, and I had nothing to show for it.

It was only as I approached the final boundary of the wolf kingdom that I realized I hadn’t even contemplated why I had seen that room in my dreams. What sort of magic did the manor possess to conceal the princess from the world for so long?

But it didn’t matter. That chapter was closed. I would plead with Kitty to take me back, to allow me to spend the rest of my life atoning for this grave error in judgment.

As I crossed into my kingdom, where the air was thick with magic and power, I stopped at the first motel I found and called Tanner to provide an update. I withheld the fact that I had let Elijah’s trail go cold because my mate bond had muddled my thoughts.

“We’ll keep the search going,” Tanner assured me. “It’s probably for the best that you’ve returned. If Elijah had ventured that far toward the kingdom, I’d wager that’s where he is. And I’m sure there are matters to address there now. You should visit King Christos so we can officially close the case.”

A wave of revulsion coursed through my body at the mere thought of facing that man again.

“What do you mean?”

“The lost princess. She’s finally home.”