Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 182

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“You will tell me where my fiance is,” I hiss, each word dripping with venom. “And if you refuse…” A slow, cruel smile spreads across my face. “I will make you beg for the mercy of death.” I step forward, my gaze unwavering. I can feel my power radiating through my body, and I can feel the terror radiating from the man in front of me.

I release my grip on Kyle’s throat, and he collapses to the floor, gasping for air. Slowly, deliberately, I shrug off my jacket, letting it fall carelessly onto a nearby chair. I unclasp my cufflinks, rolling up the sleeves of my shirt with measured patience while fighting the urge just to rip the man to shreds. Kyle’s eyes widen in sheer panic, and he scrambles backward, trying to put distance between us. “Please, don’t–I don’t know anything!” he stammers, his voice trembling with fear. I crouch down beside him, my voice a low, menacing whisper. “Good,” I say, flexing my fingers as if ready to demonstrate just how easily I could snap his bones with my bare hands.

Kyle’s eyes dart frantically to the door, his body coiled tight with the desperate hope of escape. I crack my neck, the sound echoing through the room. “You’re making this harder than it needs to be, Kyle,” I murmur, my tone dripping with menace. “I don’t have time for games, and you don’t have the luxury of hesitation.” His breath hitches, and he shakes his head, still clinging to silence. “I see,” I say, my voice a chilling calm. “Then let’s see just how long you can hold out.” I rise to my feet.

“Do you know why Lycans are superior to werewolves?” I ask,

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voice deceptively calm.

but doesn’t open since Damian, I know, is holding it closed. My claws slip from my fingertips, glinting in

resilient. Our senses are unparalleled, our healing abilities beyond compare.” I pause, letting the weight of my words sink in, watching as Kyle’s fear blossoms into an almost tangible haze. “You see, Kyle, we are not just beasts of instinct; we are the perfect blend

the wall as if that

you…” I sneer, my lips curling back to reveal gleaming fangs. “You’re nothing but a mutt. A weak, sniveling creature unworthy of even being in my presence.” I move closer to him, relishing his stinking fear as it grows stronger

the door once more. Kyle’s fists continue to hammer against the door, his pleas growing more frantic with each passing second. “Please! Someone, anyone, help me!”

low, menacing growl rumbles from deep

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