Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 170

Then a hand grips my hair again, yanking me back, and the world spins as my head is slammed into the ground. Pain explodes through my skull, bright and sickening, stars bursting in my vision as I struggle to remain conscious. Rhett‘ s face looms above me, a mask of fury and blood, his lips pulled back in a snarl.

“You think you can just run away from me?” His voice is venomous, each word dripping with malice. His blood drips onto my face, hot and sticky, mixing with my own as he tightens his grip on my hair, forcing me to look at him. “You’re mine now, Aubrey. There’s nowhere you can go.”

I can barely breathe, each word hitting me like a blow. The bond is seeping through me, making it harder to resist, harder to think. A dark, oppressive weight settles in my chest, suffocating, binding. I can feel his emotions mingling with mine, a torrent of rage and possessiveness, a sickening blend that claws at my mind, demanding submission.

Bianca moves beside him, her eyes gleaming with cruel satisfaction as she watches me struggle. “You look pathetic,” she sneers, folding her arms. “Just give up. You lost the second he marked you.”

I choke on a gasp, refusing to let them see the despair clawing at my heart. I feel the burn of tears in my eyes, but I fight them back, forcing myself to keep going, to keep resisting. I might be bound to him now, but I am not broken. Not yet.

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her place.” Bianca’s voice is low, cold, and Rhett’s grip loosens just slightly, his hand sliding down from my

flesh give way under my nails. Rhett howls in pain, jerking back, and I scramble to my feet, swaying as I try to regain my balance. My head is pounding, vision swimming, but I refuse to go

legs barely holding me up as I fumble for anything–anything to defend myself. My hand closes around a shard of glass from a broken

he assesses me. For a moment, we stand there, locked in a silent standoff, his eyes blazing with fury, mine filled with a desperate resolve.

through the tension, her tone mocking. “What are you going to do, Aubrey? Stab him? You don’t have

inside, a dark, insidious presence winding its way through my mind, whispering surrender. I can feel it growing stronger, like roots sinking deep into my soul, twisting around my thoughts, making it harder to resist. A strange ache blooms in my chest, something foreign and unnatural, urging me to give

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