Chapter 162
The worst part is the council seat. If Rhett manages to worm his way onto the council, he’ll have the authority to enact laws, to shape policy. He’d rewrite the very rules that govern our kind, twisting them to his own purposes. The council is meant to keep balance, protect the weaker packs, and preserve our traditions. Under Rhett, it would become nothing more than a weapon, a tool to enforce his reign. There’d be no one left to stand against him except the council or Soren but if he owns everything would the council side with him, that I know Soren won’t but now I am questioning who he knows and what connections he has for him to be this deluded. And without my father, without my mother, who’s there to stop him from taking the pack if he does manage to
mark me?
My chest tightens with a mix of fear and fury. My family worked their whole lives to protect our people, to ensure the safety and stability of our pack. And now, in one fell swoop, Rhett could erase all of that,
My mind races, searching for a way out of this nightmare. If I could just get free, maybe I could…
“And what about her?” Bianca snaps, interrupting my thoughts. Her voice is sharp, dripping with disdain. “You think she’ll just roll over and accept this?”
Rhett’s laugh is cold and mirthless, a sound devoid of any warmth or humor. “She doesn’t have a choice. Once I mark her, she’s mine. End of story.”
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The finality in his tone sends shivers down my spine, making my skin crawl. I redouble my efforts, twisting my wrists against the restraints until they burn. I can feel the skin breaking, raw and scraped, but I keep pushing, keep straining, ignoring the pain. I can’t let this be the end. I won’t.
Bianca’s laugh follows, hollow and mocking, echoing through the empty room and making me flinch. “And what if Soren finds out?” she challenges, her voice cold. “He’ll come for her. He’ll hunt you down for this.”
My heart skips a beat at the mention of Soren’s name. A glimmer of hope flickers within me, fragile and fleeting. Soren -he wouldn’t let Rhett do this to me. But that hope is quickly extinguished by the realization that Soren has no idea where I am. He probably doesn’t even know I’m missing yet, and by the time he does… Rhett’s words ring in my mind, cold and certain. Once I mark her, she’s mine. The bond would sever any chance I have of reaching out, of being saved. And even if Soren did find me, would he still want me if Rhett marked me? I could be lost to him, my loyalty warped, my will bound.
“Let him try,” Rhett says dismissively, the arrogance in his tone infuriating. “He won’t find her in time. Once I’m done with her, she’ll be a blood bag for the vampire king, and I’ll be set for life.”
Blood bag? The words sink in, cold and poisonous. He doesn’t just want to claim me for his twisted ambitions–he wants to use me as currency, a bargaining chip to buy favor with the vampire king. My stomach twists, a fresh wave of nausea surging up as the horror of it all hits me. Rhett doesn’t see me as a person, a leader, or even an enemy. To him, I’m just a means to an end, something to be used and discarded, drained of life and purpose until there’s nothing left.
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I squeeze my eyes shut, swallowing hard, fighting back the tears that threaten to spill. I can’t afford to break down. Not here, not now. I force myself to focus, to channel the rage and fear twisting inside me. If I’m going to get out of here, I need to keep it together. I am not a blood bag. I am not his possession.
Bianca’s voice cuts through my panic, sharp and skeptical. “And what makes you think the vampire king will honor your deal?” she challenges. “Vampires aren’t known for keeping promises, Rhett. You’re playing a dangerous game here.”
“Because he knows better than to cross me,” Rhett snarls, his tone filled with a twisted confidence. “I have leverage that even he can’t ignore.”
