Hunt Me, Mark Me
"This is what you wanted, isn’t it, little hunter?” he growled, flipping me onto my back like I weighed nothing. His hand fisted in my hair, dragging a broken moan from my throat. “Next time you put a blade to my throat… use it.”
All my life, I’ve been trained as a hunter—my father’s perfect weapon. Born into a bloodline sworn to protect the human world from the monsters they can't even recognize.
I thought I knew what monsters were… until the ancient, ruthless, obsessive Lycan King marked me as his mate — to break the witches’ curse that chained him to centuries of torment.
One bite ruined everything — binding my body, mind, and soul to him. My touch quiets his endless agony — and he’d burn the world to keep it.
Now I’ll play his wicked game — and turn his greatest weapon against him: me. I’ll remind him who’s really hunting who.
But what happens when vengeance tastes like hunger? When I crave the monster I was born to hunt? When every lie my father hammered into me becomes just another chain — binding me to the beast I can’t let go?
Now every step into his world drags me deeper — into secrets I was never meant to see, a darkness I was trained to destroy, and a forbidden life I crave more than my own salvation.
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Chapter: 62. LostEaris “You sure did take your time, little hunter. I thought I'd have to come get you myself,” Magnus smirked the moment I got into his room. He was still on the bed, slightly covered by the sheets. I said nothing. I just closed the door behind me and dropped the bag of weapons on the ground. The only thought that ran through my mind was the raid. If I go with them and hunters kill the entire residents at Virin then Magnus would suffer a great deal. Even if he deserves it. I still don't know what the loophole was going to be. What if it doesn't work? What if there's no way out of this? Then I'll just end up in his bed soothing his ache all over again.“I can smell the whiskey all over you. It's time to keep your promise, little hunter,” he grinned before rising to his feet. He wore a pair of snug boxers that clung to his hips, the fabric stretched just enough that the curve of his cock was still visible through it.I sighed. “I'm seriously not in the mood for that right now,” I
Last Updated: 2025-08-28
Chapter: 61. The uninvited warmthEaris “Claire! I swear to God I'll blow your brains out if you lay a finger on her!” I barked, pulling the double-barreled shotgun against my shoulder, aiming for her head. My finger lingered around the trigger, waiting for even a shift in the wind before I pressed it. The glow in her eyes suddenly faded. “Hold your horses love, I won't hurt her. Vanya is our friend after all.” She said before tilting to meet Vanya's gaze. “Or aren't we… Friends?” “Enough,” Vanya said, rising to her feet. “I’m fine, Earis.” I lowered the gun, adrenaline still pumping inside my veins. Nuel said nothing. He just looked at me, smirked, and got in the elevator and went upstairs.“Vanya helped us hack into the hunter system and turned off the beacon before it could pick up our heat signatures,” Marble said, a teasing smirk curling her lips as her eyes lingered a little too long on Vanya. “I have to admit… I like a girl who can handle herself.”Vanya scoffed, trying to hide a smile, before entering th
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Chapter: 60. One slip equals blood bathEaris It couldn't possibly be. The clubhouse was filled with hunters and they all had weapons. But there was no supernatural being in sight. My heart pounded heavily against my ribs. Magnus! If they had killed all those supernaturals… he would be… he… I have to go back to the Mansion. “I see you're doing well for yourself.” My father's words sliced through the thoughts in my mind like a blade. I picked the shotgun immediately. “Vanya told me you've been busy,” he continued, walking towards me. “I… I have?” I stuttered. “Being here means you felt it too. Last night! The beacons at the hunters’ council picked up a very high rate of supernatural presence here.” He said as he stopped in front of me. “And you've killed them all?” I asked as my grip tightened around the shotgun. I could feel sweat drool from my temple down to my cheeks as he spoke. I tried to ground myself and not show any form of weakness.“No.” He said, brows furrowed. “It's strange, like one minute they were he
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Chapter: 59. Not the enemy I expectedEaris Heat flooded my veins as his hand slid lower, tracing the line of my stomach until his fingers brushed the waistband of my pajamas. My breath hitched. I should have pushed him away, but I arched into his touch, silently begging for more.Every slow, wet pull of his lips echoed in my head. It was maddening. I felt paralyzed, unable to pull away from the warmth of his soft lips even as I couldn't breathe. My mind wouldn't stop replaying how he had saved Elena from that burning cabin and the sheer weight of ache he must have endured. Just this once, maybe I should ease his pain. The words echoed in my mind as I trembled underneath him. His fingers slid lower between my thighs. I gasped, grabbing hold of his back as I pulled him closer. His fingers grazed my clit lightly, then he pulled away from the kiss, a trail of saliva still lingering from his lips to mine. “I love this look on your face, little hunter. It reminds me just how much I can do to you without being inside yo
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Chapter: 58. Conflicted mindEarisA sharp ache throbbed at the center of my skull, dragging me back from the darkness. My eyes stayed shut, heavy as stone. Every moment of Magnus's curse was still fresh in my mind. But the calm aura that surrounded me now made no sense. My eyes flickered open as I took in a deep calming breath. That familiar scent that made me wet clogged my lungs. It was everywhere. Magnus. I flinched when my gaze landed on the huge mirror beside the bed. There I was like a little princess lying on his huge chest, wrapped in the sheets. I rolled to the other end of the bed immediately. One thing was certain, I was no longer in Elena's time or body. The low sound of the AC and the alluring aesthetic of this room were evidence. “I was wondering when you'd wake up,” he whispered in that raw, deep morning voice. Our gaze met. I felt the mark sting just a little like it wanted to remind me I was still his. “Come back to bed… I sleep better when you're close,” he spoke again and his voice mad
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Chapter: 57. No mercyMagnus I can't just let them wander around waiting to be killed. And as my thoughts ran wild and their scared eyes pierced mine waiting for my response, someone came to mind. Iris De Compte. Proprietor and chief benefactor of St. Calliope’s College. And fortunately enough the owner of a large castle where vampires and mundanes party all night. The tight knot in my chest slowly loosened, leaving me lightheaded.“Nuel will lead you all to the De Compte's castle,” I started and I saw their eyes lose tension. “I expect everyone to be on their best behavior. Vampires can feed on mundanes, but I don't want to hear of a dead body or a missing person… or you'll have your Comtesse to deal with,” I added. I saw the relief on their faces. “But there's a catch. There are no boundary spells to keep your signals off the radar. So keep your head down, blend in, and by tomorrow you can return here.” I said before turning to leave. I ordered Nuel to finish the evacuation. I couldn't withstand t
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Fated to the Twin Alphas
I believed in fate and destiny—until love nearly killed me.
Armin and I had been inseparable since we were sixteen. I waited, foolishly, to be chosen as his mate. But on his eighteenth birthday, I uncovered a betrayal so brutal, it almost cost me my life.
The Moon Goddess had mercy. She gave me not one second chance… but two.
The ravaged Twin Alphas of Warhaven—brutal, irresistible, bound by blood and war. Though they share the same face, one is a mad king, the other the sweetest soul I’ve ever known. But both were fated to me.
Now, I’m trapped between the love I never saw coming and the revenge I can’t let go of. My heart is torn. My loyalty is tested. And every kiss drags me deeper into a storm I may never escape.
They both crave my love. Armin deserves my wrath.
And I? I want it all.
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Chapter: 37Asher The council had held a meeting concerning Azazel's dangerous god complex. Even though he did save me I knew there was a downside to his help, but I didn't mind. The thought of dying and leaving Nyx alone in this world terrified me.I love her! She illuminated the meaningless life I've lived since Nynaeve's death. There's more to look forward to than cleaning up Azazel's mess. I would take another poisoned spear for her without thinking twice. Alpha Fenrik had briefed me on their plans of keeping Azazel in check by stripping him entirely of Anuba as punishment. But he’s my brother and no matter what he’d done—or how selfish his reasons were, I wouldn't let such cruelty touch him. To live without your Lycan was a fate worse than death. It completely kills a part of you. I had pleaded with Alpha Fenrik to ease the punishment truly not just because of Azazel but for Alpha Fenrik himself. I know my brother all too well, he never learns and he would find a way to punish each and
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Chapter: 36AzazelI lunged straight for the witch who had ripped the youngling’s heart out, but before I could reach her, Alpha Fenrik pulled a branding rod from the furnace and slammed it against the burning symbol on my chest.I felt nothing—no pain. Just madness. Emptiness.My eyes locked on his. The smirk on his face vanished, but he didn’t look terrified.He grabbed my arm. “Don’t make me kill you, child! It’s already done!” he roared.But his words were just wind in my ears.I refused to look at the youngling lying lifeless, a massive hole torn through her chest.A roar ripped from my throat as I tore the branding rod off my skin. My fist clenched and slammed into his right eye.Then the pain. A claw shredded the tendons in my ankle, trying to paralyze me.BUT I FELT NOTHING.Only the hunger to kill. To taste blood.My vision blurred. Shapes and symbols danced where people should’ve been.As I twisted, I hurled the branding rod behind me—straight into Rowan.He roared from the impact.The
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Chapter: 35Azazel That’s not possible. He’s babbling nonsense.“I know you don’t believe me,” Rowan said, stepping closer. “But don’t worry. Your little mate will be off the chart soon... and so will Anuba.”He smiled like he’d already won.I clenched my fists, grinding my teeth so hard I tasted blood.He’s trying to get a reaction. Or maybe... maybe he already knows.Sweat clung to my skin. My heart thundered against my ribs. Every instinct screamed to rip the chains from the ground and choke him with them.But I couldn’t move.Not yet.I drew in a breath, slow and deep, forcing my body to calm. They clearly didn’t understand just how far I was willing to go to prove a point.Ohhh, but they will.“We’re ready, my Lord,” a voice called out and light footsteps followed.A woman entered — young, too young to wear power like she did. A witch, but she didn’t smell like the rest. Still, her aura… it pressed against my senses like thick fog.“Let him loose. He’ll come to us,” she said, far too calm.
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Chapter: 34Azazel I went for a walk after the youngling left my chambers — just as I’d promised myself, I didn’t speak to her. Didn’t even look her in the eyes. I had left Vivianne by herself and for some unknown reason, she seemed cheerful. I could tell she was up to something but since the youngling was safe I didn't care what she was up to. I had only realized how strongly I had invested myself in her when I almost killed her with my bare hands just for the fact that she was obeying Ysara's orders. But that's not an excuse! I also need to speak to Ysara about that! Even if I don't want to want her I can't have her around Asher. I had decided to visit Asher's sanctuary when I couldn't find him in his chamber or his art room. I'd hoped I'd see him and make him thank me for saving his life since he had refused to come see me. That's when I saw her! just standing there as the wind tugged at her silver hair and she looked so peaceful. What is she doing here? How did a maid wind up at Asher'
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Chapter: 33CalistaI didn’t waste time cleaning myself up, nor did I wait for Lilith’s usual assignments. I just walked—straight to Azazel’s chamber. My heart thudded, low and steady, as I stood outside his door.By the Goddess, I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to see either of them. Not him. And especially not her.“Are you planning to get your job done just standing there, darling?”Vivianne’s voice sliced through the quiet, dragging me back into the moment.My jaw clenched. Of course, she was here. And somehow, I could feel Azazel inside too. His presence was unmistakable—heavy, electric.I knocked lightly, hesitating only for a moment before easing the door open with a quiet creak.Azazel was the first thing I saw. He sat on one of the beds, a book open in his hands.Our eyes locked.And just as quickly, he looked away.“Well, that’s not weird at all,” Nyx muttered, puzzled.He had always kept books around, but I’d never seen him actually read one. And he was definitely never this cal
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Chapter: 32Calista “You look like hell. Are you okay?” she asked, eyes wide with concern.Why does she care? Why is she here?“I heard Lord Azazel roar a few hours ago. This is your room, isn’t it? I came to check on you.” Her voice was soft. Too soft. Her expression was genuinely concerned.Too genuine.My eyes flicked to the floor. Still spotless. The unnatural cleanness from earlier still rattled me.Did Ophelia clean it? Why? But Ophelia wasn’t looking at the floor. She was watching me."There's something different about her," Nyx snarled sniffing through my nose. Before I could speak—“529!” Madame Ysara’s voice cracked through the hallway like a whip.I flinched.She stood at the edge of the West Wing, arms folded, face void of emotion. I shut the door behind me, forgetting to lock it. My feet moved toward her on instinct. A sharp, sterile scent caught my nose the moment I drifted past Ophelia—faint, but unmistakably the trace of some harsh cleaning agent. When I glanced back, Ophelia
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