Page 37 of Hunt Me

“You are pointing out the obvious, huntress.”

“Prince Lykaon is extraordinarily agitated,” the advisor continued.

“Ten minutes. I beg of you, please,” Luka pleaded.

Ezra’s mouth dropped from the other side of the door.

Did the king say please?

Perhaps the huntress should stick around, he thought, leaving the mismatched pair to their coupling and returning to the meeting room.

“Have you any luck?” Prince Lykaon asked upon his return.

Ezra cleared his throat before sitting at the table with Prince Lykaon and his leadership, including Beta David, who looked as if he had murder on his mind. He couldn’t blame the wolf; King Alesi and the huntress were not exactly discreet with their bedchamber activities.

“We should proceed without him. His presence on this trip was not required. I am more than certain we can continue our peace talks without him.”

Prince Lykaon drummed his nails against the wood table.

“I am not confident we can.”

“Pardon?”

“Your king is a disrespectful cunt.”

“Here we go,” Ezra whispered, rolling the scrolls before him.

“I arrange a banquet for him as a show of respect, and this is how he repays me? He can’t be bothered to show up and discuss saving his kingdom from a potential hostile takeover?”

“A hostile takeover was never on the table,” Ezra insisted. Prince Lykaon chuckled and stood from the table.

“A hostile takeover is always on the tab—”

Prince Lykaon was cut off when Luka entered the conference room.

“What have I missed?” he asked, sitting beside Ezra.

“Oh, nothing at all. Simply that your unsavory behavior may lead to our downfall,” he replied sarcastically.

“Nonsense. I’m ready to negotiate a peace offering.”

“A peace offering?” Prince Lykaon asked skeptically.

“That’s correct. Night Falls is known for its rich soil, and though it only receives six hours of sunlight a day, it can produce crops just as well as those exposed to twelve hours of sunlight. Moonshire has a crop and animal shortage. You may lease the eastern lands of Night Falls for hunting and farming.”

“I have no interest in leasing,” Prince Lykaon spat angrily.

“Then you must be interested in war. This measure will not only save you money but lives.”

Prince Lykaon laughed and sat on his velvet chair at the head of the table. “King Alesi, I’m not easy to fuck like your huntress.”

Luka smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Trust me, if it were easy, then your beta wouldn’t look like he drank a pitcher of spoiled milk.”

“You son of a—”

“Sit!” Prince Lykaon demanded, slamming his fist onto the table.

Begrudgingly, David complied.