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Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 160
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Chapter 160 I bite down on my lip hard enough to taste blood. The sharpness anchors me, a reminder that I'm still here, still fighting. But as I lie strapped to this metal table, helpless and alone, panic begins to edge around the corners of my mind. If Rhett marks me, there will be no escape. I'll lose not only my freedom but my very sense of self. The mark will forceto obey, to submit to him in every way. It will strip away any chance of defiance, trappingin a bond I never asked for.

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The thought twists in my gut like a knife, and I pull desperately at the restraints, ignoring the sharp bite of metal into my skin. My wrists are raw, my fingers numb, but I don't stop. I can't. The image of Rhett's smug face as he forces his claim on me, of him paradingbefore the council as his possession, fuels my resolve. I'd rather die than let him mark me.

I close my eyes, struggling to hold onto that thought, to block out the fear and the rising despair. I can feel the darkness closing in, the overwhelming sense of helplessness pressing down on me. But I force myself to listen, to catch every word filtering through the vent. Knowledge is power, and if I'm going to escape, I need every scrap of information I can get.

Beyond the vent, Bianca's voice crackles with contempt. "And you think the council is going to let this slide? The moment you mark her, they'll see right through your scheme. You'll have nothing but a girl who despises you." Rhett's laugh is a low, chilling sound that sends a shiver down my spine. "They won't have a choice. Once she's marked, her ||| 0 < Oxya 100 288 Vouchers loyalty will be to me, not them. It'll make her compliant, obedient, and if the council knows what's good for them, they' Il fall in line.” He pauses, and I imagine his calculating eyes narrowing as if he's seeing this all unfold in his mind. "Besides, who's going to stop me? Her father's dead, and her mother..." He chuckles, a humorless sound. "Her mother was a loose end. Now she's nothing." The words hitlike a slap, and a fresh surge of anger roars to life within me, hot and blinding. My nails dig into my palms as I strain against the restraints, fury bubbling beneath my skin. He's taken everything from me, torn apart the people I love, shattered my family. And now he wants to bindto him, to strip away the last pieces of my freedom, of my identity, until I'm nothing more than a tool for his ambition.

Bianca's voice cuts through again, though there's a note of caution now. "And if she fights back? You can't control her forever, Rhett." "She won't fight back," he says, voice dripping with arrogance. "Not once she's marked. The bond won't let her, and if she resists... Well, I have ways of dealing with disobedience. She'll learn to be grateful I didn't just kill her.” Grateful? The word is a sick mockery, twisting his plans into something even darker. He thinks he can beatdown, erase who I am, forceto becsomething grateful for his "protection." Rage flares in my chest, overpowering the fear.

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I strain to hear more, the tension in their voices cutting through the fog of confusion that clouds my mind. Every fiber of my being screams to move, to slip free of these restraints, but my body feels heavy, weighed down by fear and the weakening wolfsbane.

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Bianca's voice cuts through my thoughts, sharp and incredulous. "What do you mean you'll own m Her Jefferson's pack?" Her tone drips with disbelief, each word laced with growing tension. "He's dead, and his Luna is too. You think his pack will just accept you? I thought you were dismantling the pack?"

I hold my breath, straining to catch every word. My heart pounds so loudly I fear they might hear it from ΟΠΤ the other room. Rhett's response comes swiftly, his voice cold and unyielding. "They won't have a choice," he snaps. The finality in his words strikes a chord deep within me, sending tendrils of ice through my veins.