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Chapter 35

Author: I.J Faeoma
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-30 12:46:15
He lifts a hand. Instantly, my body betrays me. I stumble toward him, helpless, and collapse into his arms—shaking. From fear… and a sick twist of relief.

“I leave you in the hands of my men, and you still disobey me,” his voice rumbles against my hair—granite and fire.

I should cower. But I don’t. He can be a monster, yes… but those things he just killed…

“What are those things?” I whisper against his chest, my voice trembling.

“Witches,” he murmurs into my hair. “Come on. Let’s get you out of the sun.”

Witches…?

I glance back to the bloody heap—just as a naked, beautiful child wanders from the dunes. Tiny hands stuffed in its mouth.

Rafaele tenses. I hear his low growl as he raises the gun, aiming.

“No! No, you can’t kill him!” I grab his hands, panicked. But he doesn’t budge. Doesn’t even look at me.

“That thing is not a child, Piccolo,” he hisses in annoyance but… he can’t be right. It’s literally a baby.

Tears well in my eyes as the child toddles toward the cor
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  • Fall For The Hunter’s Daughter   Chapter 35

    He lifts a hand. Instantly, my body betrays me. I stumble toward him, helpless, and collapse into his arms—shaking. From fear… and a sick twist of relief. “I leave you in the hands of my men, and you still disobey me,” his voice rumbles against my hair—granite and fire. I should cower. But I don’t. He can be a monster, yes… but those things he just killed… “What are those things?” I whisper against his chest, my voice trembling. “Witches,” he murmurs into my hair. “Come on. Let’s get you out of the sun.” Witches…? I glance back to the bloody heap—just as a naked, beautiful child wanders from the dunes. Tiny hands stuffed in its mouth. Rafaele tenses. I hear his low growl as he raises the gun, aiming. “No! No, you can’t kill him!” I grab his hands, panicked. But he doesn’t budge. Doesn’t even look at me. “That thing is not a child, Piccolo,” he hisses in annoyance but… he can’t be right. It’s literally a baby. Tears well in my eyes as the child toddles toward the cor

  • Fall For The Hunter’s Daughter   Chapter 34

    I hit the street, uncaring about the curious glance coming from passerby’s. “Hey you!!! Come back here this instant!” That shout comes from behind me. Lucky me—a small blue taxi pulls up just ahead. “Please! Stop, please!” I wave frantically. I don’t wait for him to respond. I yank the back door open and slide inside just as three bulky men burst out of the building. “You a thief or something?” the driver asks after screeching away. “I—I’m not a thief, I just—” I trail off, watching Antonio’s car closing in behind us. Oh shit. “Please don’t let that car catch up. Please—” “I don’t carry thieves.” “I’m not a thief! I’ll pay you—really nicely.” I raise the card, watching his beady eyes shift. He says nothing more after that, just keeps driving—cutting through traffic while Antonio stays right on our tail. A weird tangy smell hits me from the car but I ignore it. I have bigger problems. When I finally glance back, joy twists through my belly. Antonio’s gone. We

  • Fall For The Hunter’s Daughter   Chapter 33

    “Don Rafaele, bella. Call him Don Rafaele. Damn you’re so stubborn,” he mutters in exhaustion. I don’t say anything as I just walk over to the bed and start eating. I hear him sigh and clear his throat. “He’s not around at this time as you know,” Marco says, and then—he surprises me. I blink as he walks to the foot of the bed and drops something. A black card. And a folded white slip of paper. “It’s called a debit card,” he says casually. “You’ll use it to buy what you want. Don Rafaele had it prepared for you.” He walks me through the basics of how it works and I nod slowly, taking a sip of cold water to hide my confusion. Then he leaves. But the only thing I really want to buy… …is my freedom. ~~ We’re standing in a checkout queue, surrounded by other shoppers carrying glossy bags. The air smells like overpriced perfume and roasted coffee. I’d just finished shopping at a boutique down the street—and so far, Antonio’s been outside, leaning against the car with his

  • Fall For The Hunter’s Daughter   Chapter 32

    ~~AURELIA~~ I stare at the crumpled paper in my hand, standing near the sealed window in my room. The words are ones I don’t fully understand, but thanks to Gladis, I know what they mean now. Somehow, I managed to hide the note in the changing room at Rafaele’s club—and sneak it back here. It’s been two weeks since that horrible attack, and yet, not a single morning goes by without me waking up in a choked scream. Today, I woke from the worst nightmare yet. The rotten man—the one who always tries to grab me and drink my blood—was back. Only this time, his face changed. Right in front of my eyes, it morphed into Rafaele’s. Same bloodshot eyes. Same stream of blood pouring from his mouth. Same unbearable hunger in his gaze. He reached for me, fangs unnaturally long, aimed for my arm—and that’s when I jolted awake, drenched in sweat and tears. Gasping, I’d rushed to the window, yanked the curtains wide, and let the early morning sun pour in—let it wash over me like a shiel

  • Fall For The Hunter’s Daughter   Chapter 31

    “Master,” I breathe. “I know you want to punish me for shooting you—” I stop mid-sentence as his face dips into the curve of my neck totally ignoring me. My stomach tightens. He can’t bite me here, can he? The door’s wide open— I glance past him and freeze. The door’s shut. He closes the distance between us completely, lips grazing my skin. “I want to ask you a few questions, And you’d better answer them honestly.” I nod, swallowing hard as His eyes lift to mine, focused and unreadable. “Tell me what you saw during the attack. And everything from the night before—when you tried to run. All of it.” He sounds almost… desperate. That catches me off guard. Isn’t he the vampire here? “I already told you everything. Petra offered to help.” I pause. “I haven’t seen her all day, though…” “Did she make you drink anything?” I shake my head, and he hums lowly in response, already stepping away in a blur of movement. I shiver from the absence of his heat. “You believe me now?” I

  • Fall For The Hunter’s Daughter   Chapter 30

    Around those men are a few of the women who practice upstairs with me and Gladis. They’re twirling around the players, completely naked. running fingers across their chests, rubbing against them like it’s either consolation for the money they just lost—or a way to tempt them to bet more. “Come on, let’s head back to VIP,” Gladis whispers beside me, breaking my focus from the table as we start making our way downstairs. The VIP area is on the second floor, while the main club—loud and chaotic—is on the first. As we round a corner, Gladis suddenly halts, forcing me to stop with her. “What’s wrong?” I ask, confused. “Are you a virgin?” I blink, stunned. “What—what kind of question is that?” “I just need to understand something.” She eyes me pointedly. “If you’re Don Rafaele’s pet, and you are a virgin… which, by the way, you totally are, judging by how you act…” Her gaze drops to the tight dress I’m wearing, in sharp contrast to her outfit that’s practically just a bra an

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