Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 194

Aubrey

Agony like never before rushes through me as I sink my teeth into his neck, Rhett’s mark burns violently and I worry I will pass out from the pain before my mark embeds, gosh I hope it does. The thought of being tied to Rhett for the rest of my life terrifies me especially when my reason for wanting to live is clutching me like he needs me just as much.

Soren’s hand moves in my hair, his Calling rushing over me, easing the pain some and I blink, disoriented when I feel the mark on my neck suddenly go numb but the pain in my chest still throbs along with my heart beat. Pulling back, I find myself in Soren’s strong arms. My heart pounds against my ribcage. His glacier–blue eyes lock onto mine, filled with an intensity that both thrills and terrifies me as he wipes his blood from my lips.

“Aubrey,” he murmurs.

“I love you,” I blurt, praying to whatever goddess is listening that he can feel the truth of those words even if this bond is only one sided. What I would give to know he still feels the same. Soren nods, dropping his head against my shoulder, his breath shaky yet warm against my collarbone.

He rearranges me, setting me beside him on the bed and for a split second I think he doesn’t believe me.

“We need to talk about your bond with Rhett.”

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my hand instinctively flying to the mark on my neck. The connection to my mate pulses beneath my fingertips,but the bond right now feels different, numb, like

help you break it,” he says, his tone gentle but laced with determination. “You don’t

the corners of

grip on my hand tightening. “Not even fated mate

me. He wants to claim me for himself, to erase every trace of Rhett from my being and I want nothing more than that. Even if it means dying. There is only one

waiting. I won’t risk you, so if

brows pull together at his

until I’ve officially changed you. I need to mark you, and change you.” I nod, him marking me and changing me no longer scares me, not if it means I

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area by the windows. He reaches for a crystal decanter and returns grabbing a glass on the nearby bedside table, his movements fluid and purposeful. The rich,

pressing one into my hand. “This will