Page 51 of Lycan’s Hunt

“Why don’t you untie me and we find out?” I taunt, glaring at her, my hatred for this woman boiling in my chest. Bianca scoffs, pocketing her phone.

“Nice try, you can’t even shift, exactly what do you think you’ll do while full of wolfsbane, you’d be smart not to provoke me while so vulnerable.”

The way she taunts me, as if she’s already won makes that hatred fester violently, she is so fucked if I get out of this chair, if Rhett’s warriors couldn’t contain me in an elevator, this prissy bitch stands no chance on her own.

I clench my fists, feeling the ropes cutting into my skin as I fight against the restraints, still, I start working my wrists back and forth, trying to get some give. I just need enough to get a hand free. With the amount of wolfsbane pumping through my system, I won’t be able to shift or even extend my claws. The more I move, the more this wolfsbane burns my nerve endings. I welcome the rope burn; it distracts me from the throbbing of my head and keeps my focus on her and not provoking her while I’m defenseless.

“So, Rhett left you here alone?” I finally manage to rasp out even though my voice sounds pained as I fidget with the ropes, yet it is still filled with anger, which I can’t seem to keep from my voice. The cabin creaks with every movement, swaying slightly as the waves crash against the wooden pillars beneath it. The salty air seeps through the cracks in the walls, carrying the scent of the ocean inside. Despite the dimness, the distant calls of seagulls and the gentle lapping of water, make me wonder where the heck I am to go if I get out of here.

Bianca’s eyes narrow in displeasure as she scoffs, her face twisted in a cruel smile. Her heels click against the hard floor, each step closer making my skin crawl. She crouches down, her face inches from mine, her face set in a triumphant smirk. Her hair falls in waves, framing her perfectly made-up face and emphasizing her sharp features.

“Of course, he did; he knows I can handle myself,” she replies with a trace of pride as if Rhett’s confidence in her abilities is a badge of honor. Yet, I can’t help but recall how Bianca struggled at training with the warriors. The one time I did go with Rhett, Bianca was barely managing to keep up. The thought crosses my mind that Rhett’s faith in her might be misplaced, the glint in her eyes tells me she believes every bit of it.

She is so close her breath sweeps across my neck. The scent of her perfume is sickly sweet, overpowering and cloying in the confined space. It masks the smell of the musty room but makes my stomach turn. It’s a scent I’ve grown to associate with her, and it only adds to my revulsion of her.

“Why? Are you scared knowing your mate isn’t here to save you if you piss me off?” she sneers. Her gaze, cold and condescending, pierces through me, treating me like I’m a pathetic joke. But there’s a fire burning within me; she underestimates me. And she forgets that I’m not a regular she-wolf. I carry Alpha blood coursing through my veins, and my father had me training with his warriors from the moment my tiny legs could bear my weight. The moment these ropes release their grip from my wrists, she’ll realize her mistake.

Bianca laughs in my face, her amusement echoing ominously through the room as she rises to her feet. “Don’t worry, we still need you alive for now,” she says nonchalantly, a twisted smile playing on her lips. “At least until our plans are set in motion. Although,” she adds with a chuckle, and flipping her long blond hair over her shoulder, “I would love nothing more than to slit your throat, like I did your Daddy.” she snickers and my stomach sinks at the reminder, but also boils the blood in my veins even hotter.

“Rhett has just gone to make sure everything is set, then he’ll return for us, and you’ll be out of my hair.” she sighs. “So many plans, so little time. I can’t wait for this to be over, I need a manicure, you ruined my nails with that pathetic escape attempt!”