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Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 182
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Chapter 182 289 VuucherN "You will tellwhere 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 tfor 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.

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"Do you know why Lycans are superior to werewolves?" I ask, 1708 Vouchers my voice deceptively calm.

Kyle lunges for the door, his fists pounding against the unyielding wood, which jolts but doesn't open since Damian, I know, is holding it closed. My claws slip from my fingertips, glinting in the dim light. The primal urge to hunt, to tear, to kill surges through my veins.

"Lycans are the pinnacle of evolution," I say, stalking towards him with the grace of a predator. "We are faster, stronger, more 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 of man and predator." I drag my claws along the brick wall. The grating sound causes Kyle to spin, his teeth gritting as he tries to bleed into the wall as if that will save him from me. The acrid scent of fear and desperation taints the air, and I breathe it.

"And 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 in the suffocating space.

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His fear has him turning for 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!” His cries for help go unanswered as the door remains closed. His fear soon turns to despair, and he presses his face into the wooden door, sobbing and trembling.

A low, menacing growl rumbles from deep within my chest.

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Kyle freezes, his breath caught in his throat. I close the distance between us, my shadow looming over his cowering form facing the door; he freezes, feeling my aura smother him; he doesn't dare to turn around.

"And you're about to learn what happens when you anger a Lycan m king," I promise, myvoice a dark whisper against his ear. "I will break you, piece by piece, until there's nothing left but the shattered remnants of your miserable pelt."

Kyle whimpers, his body wracked with uncontrollable tremors. The scent of his terror is intoxicating, a heady perfthat fills my nostrils and ignites the beast within and I grab him, spinning him to face me, his eyes widen and go to my elongated teeth.