Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 162

The worst part is the council seat. If Rhett manages to worm his way onto the council, he’ll have the authority to enact laws, to shape policy. He’d rewrite the very rules that govern our kind, twisting them to his own purposes. The council is meant to keep balance, protect the weaker packs, and preserve our traditions. Under Rhett, it would become nothing more than a weapon, a tool to enforce his reign. There’d be no one left to stand against him except the council or Soren but if he owns everything would the council side with him, that I know Soren won’t but now I am questioning who he knows and what connections he has for him to be this deluded. And without my father, without my mother, who’s there to stop him from taking the pack if he does manage to

mark me?

My chest tightens with a mix of fear and fury. My family worked their whole lives to protect our people, to ensure the safety and stability of our pack. And now, in one fell swoop, Rhett could erase all of that,

My mind races, searching for a way out of this nightmare. If I could just get free, maybe I could…

“And what about her?” Bianca snaps, interrupting my thoughts. Her voice is sharp, dripping with disdain. “You think she’ll just roll over and accept this?”

Rhett’s laugh is cold and mirthless, a sound devoid of any warmth or humor. “She doesn’t have a choice. Once I mark her, she’s mine. End of story.”

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Chapter 162

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the restraints until they burn. I can feel the skin breaking, raw and scraped, but I keep pushing, keep straining, ignoring the pain. I can’t

me flinch. “And what if Soren finds out?” she

I’m missing yet, and by the time he does… Rhett’s words ring in my mind, cold and certain. Once I mark her, she’s mine. The bond would sever

Rhett says dismissively, the arrogance in his tone infuriating. “He won’t find her in time. Once I’m done

wave of nausea surging up as the horror of it all hits me. Rhett doesn’t see me as a person, a leader, or even an enemy. To him, I’m just a