Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 144

My heart leaps into my throat, and for a moment, I’m frozen in place. The familiar timbre of his voice sends a wave of dread washing over me. I hadn’t even heard him enter the room. Was he waiting for me to pull up and follow me up here?

Slowly, I turn around, my pulse racing so fast I can hear it. thundering in my ears. Rhett steps into view, and the gleam in his eyes makes my stomach churn. He stands tall and imposing, with broad shoulders and a chiseled jawline. He looks exactly as I remember him tall, imposing, with that infuriatingly handsome face that masks the monster he truly

is.

This can’t be real, I think frantically. It has to be some sort of twisted nightmare. But the cold fear gripping my heart tells me otherwise.

“What are you doing here?” I manage to choke out, trying to keep the fear from my voice.

“I came to see my slut of a mate,” he says, his tone as cold as the look in his eyes. My mind races, trying to come up with an excuse to get him to leave. But before I can say anything, he steps closer, “Rhett,” I manage to choke out, hating how weak my voice sounds. How did he find

And why isn’t anyone stopping What does he want?

The silence stretches between us, thick with tension. I can feel Bianca’s smug gaze burning into my back, and I can hear my mother’s quiet sobs. But all I can focus on is Rhett and the

as I step back, and he

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into a sinister smile, his eyes never leaving mine. “I’m here to collect what’s mine,” he purrs, his

plummets. The way he says “mine” makes my skin crawl, and I take another involuntary step back. What does he mean? I’m not his, he has Bianca. But the certainty in his voice terrifies me.

mine with a fiery intensity. I know that I’m no match for him- physically or mentally. Rhett always had a way of getting under my skin and making me feel

let him win. Not again.

take a deep breath, trying to steady myself, and come up with a plan. “Rhett,

trying to keep my voice calm while hoping to deter him.

between us until we’re only inches apart. His hand reaches out and grabs my chin roughly, forcing me to

any weakness in front of him. “I don’t owe you anything,” I spit out