Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 181

“I’ve got this,” Damian growls. “I’ll make this runt talk.” I observes the fury in my brother’s eyes, recognizing the dangerous edge it brings. I also know that if I am to deal with Kyle myself, my anger might boil over, leading to unintended consequences. Reluctantly, I step back, trusting Damian to extract the crucial information about Aubrey without crossing

the line.

As I release Kyle and turn to leave, beta Kyle stupidly spits out words that freeze me in my tracks.

“I don’t know why you want that bitch back. Rhett’s marked her now. Mated her good and proper. She’s his, you’re wasting your time.” The revelation hits me like a punch to the gut, the implications of Rhett’s actions echoing in my mind. If Rhett has truly marked and mated Aubrey, it complicates everything, binding her to him in ways that are hard to undo. This not only makes marking and changing her more important but also ignites a new fury within me, one that demands blood.

White hot fury explodes at his words. The edges of my vision turn crimson. I meet Damian’s eyes and he gives a curt nod. He shakes his head at the man and lets him go. I’m teetering on the precipice of losing control. Every muscle in my body is taut with the desire to unleash havoc upon Kyle. My fists clench, my nails biting into my palms as I fight to tether myself to reason. Yet, the vision of tearing him apart, limb by limb, is hard to resist. The heat of rage simmers just beneath the surface, an inferno that promises satisfaction in

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the anticipation of making him pay is

stupid mouth,” Damian tells him. This is just as I grab Kyle by the scruff and drag him into the nearby

to mask his fear with false bravado. “You can’t hurt me,” he says, voice wavering slightly. “You’re bound to uphold the laws that govern the packs. If you lay a finger on me before I get a trial, the council will have your head.” He smirks, a flicker of triumph in his eyes. “Not that it matters anyway. Once the vampire king takes charge, your days are numbered.”

new information. The vampire king? What madness is this beta spouting? But I say nothing, keeping my expression carefully neutral as I take another step forward, closing the distance between us.

him, my presence overwhelming in the confined space. The air crackles with tension, his heartbeat thundering

laws?” I say, my voice a low, menacing growl. “I am the king. I am bound by no

hang heavy in the air, dripping with dark promise. Kyle shrinks back

my fiance?” The words are poison on

syllable laced with barely contained