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The Hunt

Auteur: Hannah Boniface
last update Dernière mise à jour: 2025-10-03 16:44:51

The council chamber reeked of blood and suspicion.

Aiden sat rigid at the long oak table, shoulders aching from bandages hidden beneath his shirt. His father’s gaze bored into him, hard as stone. Across the room, Lucien Veyron sat like a predator carved from shadow, golden eyes sharp enough to slice steel. Between them, Dante lounged carelessly, though Aiden could see the tension in his jaw, the way his wolf prowled beneath his skin.

The elders bickered like crows.

“Another ambush at the docks.”

“Supplies gone, men dead.”

“The rogues move like soldiers, not scavengers.”

“Someone is feeding them information.”

And always, always, the accusing glances slid toward Dante.

Elder Morrell slammed his palm on the table. “How many times will we ignore the evidence? These rogues wear Veyron colors, strike at Veyron shipments, and yet we’re supposed to believe the Veyron heir is blameless?”

Murmurs of agreement rippled through the room.

Lucien’s voice was low, dangerous. “Choose your words carefu
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  • Alpha’s Enemy, Alpha’s Mate   The Trap in the City

    The city looked different when you were hunted by it.The skyline shimmered in the pale dawn, metal and glass painted gold by a sun that didn’t care who lived or died beneath it. Aiden adjusted the strap of his bag, scanning the empty street that stretched between them and the river. Behind, the forest they’d escaped from was already shrinking into mist.“We shouldn’t have come back,” Dante said quietly, voice rough from lack of sleep.Aiden didn’t look at him. “We didn’t have a choice. Julian’s trail ends here. If we don’t end this, he’ll keep chasing us.”Dante’s eyes glinted gold for a second. “Then we end it tonight.”They moved quickly, cutting through alleys slick with morning rain. Their boots splashed through puddles and old oil, the air thick with exhaust and city noise. Every shadow felt like an ambush waiting to happen.Aiden had memorized the route—an old subway line beneath the docks where Julian had hidden the main Cerberus servers. The same project that had destroyed ev

  • Alpha’s Enemy, Alpha’s Mate   The Silence Between Wolves

    The cabin smelled of pine sap and smoke. Outside, the forest whispered under rain-heavy clouds; inside, two fugitives tried to remember how to breathe like men instead of prey.Aiden fed the small fire with broken chair legs. Dante sat across from him, head tipped back against the wall, the orange light cutting across his throat and the scar on his shoulder.“How long before they find us?” Aiden asked.“Hours,” Dante said. “Maybe less. Julian’s good at cleaning up loose ends.”Aiden’s jaw tightened. “We’re not his loose ends.”“No,” Dante murmured. “We’re the mess he didn’t plan for.”Silence stretched between them. It wasn’t hostile anymore—just heavy, alive. Every creak of the cabin seemed to echo their unspoken questions.By nightfall, the rain had turned to mist. Aiden dozed in the chair, half-dreaming of sirens and tunnels. When he woke, Dante was gone. Panic clawed at his throat until he saw the glint of a lighter outside.Dante stood in the doorway, cigarette burning between hi

  • Alpha’s Enemy, Alpha’s Mate   Run

    Rain hit the streets like silver claws.Sirens echoed from every direction, a chorus of wolves closing in.Aiden gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles whitened. “You said left!”“I said under the bridge, not into the river!” Dante snapped, blood seeping through the torn bandage at his shoulder.The stolen truck fishtailed on wet pavement, tires screaming. Behind them, the glow of council patrol lights streaked the night. Aiden gunned the engine, shot through an alley, and slammed to a halt beside an old service gate.“Out,” he barked.Dante kicked the door open and vaulted out first. He hot-wired the rusted lock while Aiden covered him, pulse thundering. When the gate gave way, they slipped into the underground passage, darkness swallowing them whole.They ran until the sirens faded.Only their ragged breathing filled the echoing tunnel.Dante leaned against the wall, panting. “You drive like you’re trying to kill us.”“Better than letting them do it,” Aiden shot back. He tore

  • Alpha’s Enemy, Alpha’s Mate   Strings of the Serpent

    The city didn’t sleep after the tunnels.Rumours spread faster than blood dried. Two heirs had walked out alive when both packs had expected bodies. Every newsfeed repeated the image of Aiden and Dante side by side, battered and defiant. To the council it looked like defiance; to Julian, it looked like opportunity.He watched the footage again on a loop, cigarette smoke blurring the screen. “They’re stronger now,” Leo said from the window. “Whatever you tried before only welded them together.”Julian smiled thinly. “Then we melt the metal.”He opened a folder: photographs, coded reports, a forged transcript. “You’ll leak this through one of Dante’s men. Make it look as if he’s been feeding the rogues information in exchange for territory.”Leo frowned. “That’ll put the council on his throat.”“Exactly,” Julian said. “And when Blackthorn hesitates to defend him again, the trust dies. Wolves don’t survive once the pack doubts the Alpha.”Across town, Aiden stared at his reflection in th

  • Alpha’s Enemy, Alpha’s Mate   Beneath the River

    The tunnels smelled of iron and rot.Aiden’s breath came shallow, the taste of blood thick on his tongue. Every step echoed through the dark, his boots slipping on wet stone. Behind him, what was left of his team limped and bled in silence.“Keep moving,” he whispered, voice raw. “There has to be an exit somewhere.”No one answered. Two of them had already fallen; another staggered with a shattered arm. The rogues had come out of nowhere—too many, too fast, as if they’d been waiting. And deep down, Aiden knew they had.Julian’s coordinates had led him here.Straight into hell.He pressed a hand to his ribs, feeling the warm pulse of blood through the bandage Dante had tied days ago. The memory hit like a blow: Dante’s fingers, firm and sure; his voice, rough with something that wasn’t mockery for once.Don’t die on me, Blackthorn.A growl echoed ahead, low and hungry. The air shifted.Aiden froze. “Positions!”The rogues came again—shadows with teeth, bursting from side tunnels, snarl

  • Alpha’s Enemy, Alpha’s Mate   The Divide

    The council chamber had never been so silent.Blood stained the marble floor where a wounded guard had collapsed only hours before. The air reeked of antiseptic and rage.Aiden stood stiff before the elders, his shirt freshly changed but his wounds far from healed. Every breath hurt, and every eye in the room felt like a blade against his skin.“Two patrols in a month,” Elder Morrell spat, “both ambushed, both failures. And every time—every single time—the Veyron heir walks away unscathed.”Dante leaned against the far pillar, arms crossed, jaw tight. “Maybe because I know how to fight.”Morrell’s glare sharpened. “Or maybe because you knew where the rogues would be.”The room erupted in argument again.Lucien Veyron slammed a hand on the table, the wood cracking under his palm. “Enough! You accuse my son without proof!”“Proof?” Adrian Blackthorn snapped back. “We have bodies, Lucien. That’s proof enough of failure. If this continues, neither of our packs will survive the winter.”Ai

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