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Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 180
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Chapter 180 Such lavish improvements are puzzling, given the financial struggles Rhett is rumored to be facing. It's hard to imagine how he could afford such an extravagant overhaul without shidden source of income. I can't help but wonder if he has a secret side hustle that he's not reporting to the council, or perhaps there's more to his financial situation than meets the eye.

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As we draw closer to the fighting, a man breaks away from the chaos, noticing us, and the scent of Jefferson's beta and a large group of his warriors hitslike a freight train. What the hell are they doing here? Damian and I exchange a glance, and Jefferson's beta strides up to us, his face grim. Beta Magnus is an imposing figure, towering over most with his broad shoulders and muscular build. His piercing eyes and rugged features suggest a man well-acquainted with fighting for his pack, and his bare chest is smeared with streaks of fresh blood.

"Beta Magnus," I greet him with a nod. "I wasn't expecting you. How is Alpha Jefferson faring?" Magnus shakes his head. "Alive, but barely." "You were there when he was attacked at the docks?" I question, and he nods.

"Yes. He mind-linkedto get to the docks when Rhett showed up. Thank the moon goddess, we made it in time." Chapter 100 288 Vouchers My blood runs cold at his words. "What exactly happened when Rhett arrived?" "One of the council members was with him. They shot. Jefferson multiple times and had him pumped full of wolfsbane. I thought for sure he was dead..." Magnus swallows hard choking back semotion, it is obvious he cares for his alpha. "If we hadn't gotten there when we did...well, I don't want to imagine."" Rage simmers in my gut, intermingling with shock. I need to look into the council as soon as I get a chance because something is seriously off. I should have known they were involved in this.

"That's not all," Magnus continues. "Rhett tried to finish the job at the hospital. His girlfriend slit Jefferson's throat. Hel nearly died a second time. That's when he took Aubrey." A vicious snarl rips from my chest. "Your Luna?" "Banged up, but she is more worried about Aubrey. She senthere. I managed to get dropped at the docks by the hospital helicopter. We cstraight to the packhouse from there." I nod, turning my attention to the fight. Despite being outnumbered, Rhett's pack is clearly not as trained because his men fall too easily.

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With that, we don't waste any more ttalking. Instead, we storm into Rhett's packhouse, a furious whirlwind of claws and teeth. The inside of Rhett's packhouse is a chaotic mess of overturned furniture and shattered glass. The air is thick with the pungent scent of blood and sweat, mingling with the sounds of snarls and cries of pain. Claws slash through the air as we tear through Rhett's men, leaving trails of crimson 3206% Chapter 180 1299 Mouchers

across the walls and floors. The once pristine living space now resembles a war zone, with bodies strewn across the ground like discarded puppets. The scent of fear is thick in the air as we tear through room after room, overturning furniture and smashing down doors. But there's no sign of Rhett. No trace of Aubrey.

Frustration builds in my chest as we reach the last room. I'm about to kick the last door in a hole when someone NO catches my eye. Rhett's beta, Kyle, tries to slink past us, heading for the stairs.

I'm on him quickly, slamming him against the wall with a clawed hand around his throat. Kyle is a wiry man with a sharp, angular face and eyes that dart around the room likeаm e cornered animal. His skin is pale, almost sickly, and his hair is a matted mess that hangs limply around his shoulders. Despite his attempt to appear calm and collected, there's an underlying tremor in his hands that clutch my wrists, which betrays his fear as he struggles against my grip. "Where are they?" I roar, my face inches from his. Kyle just smirked, a defiant gleam in his eyes. Damian steps up beside me, his expression murderous.