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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neck. The connection to my mate pulses beneath my fingertips,but the bond right now feels different, numb, like it’s me feeling his agony but not my own. “What’s there to talk

from the mark. “I can help you break it,” he says, his tone gentle but laced with determination. “You don’t have to

pricking at the corners

unbreakable,” Soren insists, his grip on my hand tightening. “Not even fated mate

to erase every trace of Rhett

you but when I do I am changing you and I am not waiting. I won’t risk you, so if you have any doubt you need to tell me now because once I mark you it won’t

pull together at his

you, and change you.” I nod, him marking me and changing me no longer scares me, not if

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as he moves to the small bar 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, ruby liquid sloshes as he

says, pressing one into my