I Paid for a Male Escort, Turns out He’s the Lycan King Novel - Chapter 222

HUNTER

It was already dark when I pulled the file out of the hidden compartment in my drawer and flipped it open. The grainy images of a white wolf stared back at me, and beneath them, the extra pictures that Bronson had brought from his ‘anonymous report. Though they were low quality, the posture was unmistakable. Head high, shoulders squared, no sign of submission.

White wolves weren’t supposed to exist anymore. All we had were stories, whispers passed down as if they were facts. Abominations. Violent. Unstable. A mistake. Werewolves used the stories to enforce obedience. They were just a convenient myth, repeated too often.

But Lycans never cared. Only strength mattered to us. Loyalty mattered. I leaned back in my chair slowly, staring at the report again. The description was brief, but I already knew it was bullshit. Kitty’s instability came from the magic.

And the violence came from me.