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Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 198
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Chapter 198 "I won't leave you," I promise, squeezing her hand as I move lay next to her.

Her eyes flutter open for a moment, unfocused and glazed with pain. Does she even recognize me? Or am I just another hurting her.

I know the danger she's in. I can feel her life force wavering, struggling against the change. She needs- my blood, my strength to survive this.

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As I watch her suffer, my heart constricts. I bite into my wrist, reopening the wound I've been using to feed her. The sharp pain is nothing compared to what she's enduring.

"Aubrey," I whisper, pressing my bleeding wrist to her lips. "You need to drink. Please." Her eyes remain closed, but instinct takes over. She latches. onto my wrist, drawing my blood in desperate gulps. I stroke her hair, trying to soothe her.

“That's it," I encourage. “Take what you need." As she drinks, I can't help but wonder if this is truly saving her or just prolonging her agony. The bond between us pulses, raw and new, but it's not enough. Her body is fighting the change, rejecting what should be healing her.

"I won't lose you," I murmur, more to myself than to her. "Not like this. Not after everything." 128980koucher Aubrey's grip on my wrist loosens, and I gently pull away. Her breathing is labored, each inhale a battle. I press my hand to her forehead, feeling the fever raging beneath her skin.

The hours drag on, each moment an eternity of agonizing uncertainty. Aubrey's whispers of pain pierce the air, her pleas. for release tearing at my soul as she begsto kill her. I hold her hand tightly, my thumb tracing soothing circles on her skin.

"I'm here," I murmur, leaning close forcing more of my blood into her.

Her eyes flutter open, unfocused and glassy with pain. "Soren... it hurts... please..." My heart clenches. "I know, love. I know. But you have to endure this. Not much longer." I tell her seeing the gashes caused by Bianca are now completely gone.

I brush a damp strand of hair from her forehead, trying to ignore the guilt gnawing at me. This is necessary, I remind myself. She's mine now. This pain, as excruciating as it is, is freeing her from Rhett's hold.

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"You're doing so well," I encourage, even as another spasm wracks her body. “Just a little longer." Suddenly, the door creaks open. I tense, my protective instincts flaring. Damian storms in, his face a storm of emotions anger, concern, and unmistakable fury directed at me.

"You marked her, Soren?" he demands, his voice low and dangerous. "Changed her?" Chapter 108 285 Wouchers

I meet his gaze steadily, though my grip on Aubrey's hand tightens. "Yes, you knew I was going "I snap at him when she kicks the blanket off revealing her naked body to him. He instantly turns while I try to keep her covered. "But straight away? We don't even know if she..." my growl makes him pause, his doubts aren't welchere he knows why I need to do this. I can't have her rabid getting used to her senses when everything goes down.

But before I can explain, Aubrey lets out a heart-wrenching cry, her body arching off the bed. My focus snaps back to her, everything else fading away as I try to soothe her through another wave of pain.

Damian's eyes flick between Aubrey and me, taking in the scene. I watch as his expression shifts, anger melting into something softer as he truly sees Aubrey's suffering. For a moment, I think he might understand.

But then his brow furrows, concern etching deep lines in his face. "She's m going to be a danger to Max, Re warns, his tone low and filled with worry. "You can't leave her alone with him, Soren. Not until she learns to control herself."

I feel my jaw clench, torn between defending Aubrey and acknowledging the truth in Damian's words. My gaze el drifts back down to her writhing form on the bed. She's in so much pain, so vulnerable. How can she be a threat to anyone right now? But I know better. I've seen newly turned lycans, driven by instinct and hunger. The thought of Aubrey, my Aubrey, being a danger to my son sends a chill through me.