Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 2 "Are you okay?" I panic, hoping he hasn't hit his head in the gutter, just as the car tears off down the road, not even bothering to stop to see if I'm okay. I grip his face, checking him over, before realizing we have gathered a crowd.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" His little voice cracks with the weight. of the chaos he had unwittingly unleashed. Tears carve clean paths down his dirt-smudged face, his innocence laid bare in the sun's harsh light.

"Shh, it's okay," I rasp out, my throat tight with having the air smashed from my lungs and my skin burning violently. He has a scraped knee, but other than that, he looks to be okay.

"Are you hurt?" I manage to ask, though my body screams in protest. The pain is sharp, consuming almost, but my wolf will healin no time. This little man, however, is too young to have a wolf yet.

His small head shakes, sending droplets of tears flying. I let out a breath of relief and stand when I hear the crowd's murmurs before shouts resonate loudly and the crowd of people part, making way for someone.

I hadn't even regained my footing when he appeared- shoving people out of the way; he was chaos personified in a tailored suit.

"Max!" he stammers, closing the distance in heartbeats, sweeping the child into his arms.

DDAQ ||| Chapter 2 11 200 Vouchers My eyes take in the man before me; he is huge beside my 5 foot 3 frame; the man is tall and muscular, towering overas his dark hair and 5 o'clock shadow give him a rugged yet handsappearance.

His tailored suit only adds to his commanding presence. Even having a mate, I must admit the man is gorgeous and would be any lady's wet dream. Though his aura is another thing entirely, everyone scatters to get away from him as it ripples out violently. My knees shake slightly as I fight not to submit to him and fall at his feet. My eyes move to Max, he resembles his father in a smaller, younger version, with the spiercing blue eyes. His small head is crowned with dark, messy hair, and his cheeks glisten with tears.

The child's tiny frshakes in his father's arms, his small hands gripping onto the fabric of his shirt. My own body trembles at the intensity of the man's aura, a strong force that seems to emanate from him in waves, and a growl rips out of him when people edge closer; the sound is a deep menacing thrumming, warning those close to back away. That sound has goosebumps lacing my skin instantly, and my neck. prickles with the urge to submit to him, which speaks. volumes; I may be rogue right now, but I do have alpha blood.

I stare at him, stunned, wondering where this alpha cfrom, but I am certain that his aura is potent, dangerous, and exceeds that of Rhett's. It also makeswonder who he is when I notice men clad in tailored suits suddenly surrounding us; he is clearly someone of importance to warrant this much security. Hearingwhimper under the weight of it, he drops his aura, and I suck in a shaky breath when his dazzling blue eyes that match his son's flick to me.

21 009 Скаран 2 1285,Voucher The man's gaze locks on me, and I can't help but feel the intensity of his presence wash over me. The air around us seems to thicken with tension, yet his smile comes slow, warm, and reassuring.

"It's alright, sorry I didn't mean to," he says; his voice is deep and rich, a perfect counterpoint to the fearsaura that had just moments before lefttrembling. He steps closer so his aura doesn't affectas much as those around us, almost like I'm suddenly shielded by it. It's a weird sensation as it ripples over me, but I don't have that overwhelming urge to submit to him. He must be a powerful alpha to be able to control his aura like that. Perhaps an Alpha of Alphas? A hint of cologne, strong and manly, lingers in the air around the man as his aura radiates dominance and danger. I catch a whiff of sweat and adrenaline from the crowd as they scatter away from him.

"Sorry," he murmurs, his large hands still clutching his son tightly; I nod, trying to catch my breath when he pulls back, taking in his son's face.

"Max! Oh, Max, you scaredto death," his voice deep, each word laced with an intoxicating blend of fear and overwhelming relief. His arms, strong and sure, crush the trembling boy against his chest, holding on to him like he is afraid the boy will vanish if he doesn't.

My knees wobble beneath me, protesting the sudden shift from adrenaline-fueled action to stillness.

"He's okay, just a scraped knee," I manage, my voice sounding foreign to my ears-roughened by strain. A smile attempts to breach my lips, but it falters, morphing instead into a grimace.

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Shakily, I straighten my jacket, attempting to compose myself, powbore though the fabric now bore the NO 'm asphalt's unforgiving kiss. My racing heart refuses to settle as it thumps erratically against my ribs. "Thank you!" The man says, and I nod once. I didn't need his words; the intensity in his gaze, the way he held his son like a lifeline, it toldeverything.

The man's eyes, a stormy blue that mirrored the sea, hold mine with an intensity that threatens to unravehthe last threads of my control. "You contentavethe saved him. Thank you, truly," he repeats earnestly, his voice a low rumble that seems to vibrate through the chaos. "I can't thank you enough. Are your alright?"

The concern etched in his features is a balm to the sting of asphalt against my skin. "I'll be fine," I assure him, even as pain lances through my leg, sharp and unwelcome. I wince a mere flicker of discomfort but quickly mask it with a tight-lipped smile.

"Just a few scrapes." He doesn't seem convinced, his hand reaching toward my face. A shudder runs throughwhen he grabs my chin, thumb brushing over my jaw gently.

"Please, let someone look at that,” he presses, and I wince, feeling the gravel burn where his thumb touches.

Despite the pain, warmth floods my cheeks. Rhett is never gentle like this. Instinctively, I lean into his scent, which is just as enticing as his touch.