All Chapters of His Little Hunter: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ALLISON“Oh, don’t glare at me like that. It’s been years since we last saw each other. You’re finally back home, that’s plenty of reason to be happy,” Alistair said with a smirk, his dark eyes gleaming with sick amusement.He hadn’t changed a bit, despite the years that had passed. That was to be expected, he was a vampire, the undead, an abomination frozen in time. Alistair was more than five centuries old but didn’t look a day over thirty-five.His dark hair was slicked back, cemented in place with enough gel that I imagined it would feel like a helmet if touched. A black leather jacket was thrown over his broad shoulders, worn over a black shirt and tight, shiny leather trousers.As always, his fashion sense was questionable, but his cruelty was timeless.“Bastard,” I spat, injecting as much malice into the word as I could muster.His humored expression vanished, the ridges of his face hardening into stone.“A few years away and you’ve lost your manners. No worries, I’ll be happy t

ELIASRoyal blood possessed potent healing properties. It was strong enough to snatch a soul back from the brink of death. Because of this, it was a rare, highly coveted commodity.There were so few Royals left after the last Battle for the Throne, and the number willing to share their essence was even lower. Blood was the major catalyst to initiate the Change, after all. Very few were willing to hand it out and risk creating fledglings they had no knowledge of or control over.Fledglings made from Royal blood were incredibly strong.Before now, I’d never had a reason to use my blood to heal someone, let alone a human. Yet here I was.I couldn’t bear to watch the woman who killed my brother suffer.How laughable. All that talk about making her pay for what she’d done, and now look at me. Healing her with my own essence, staring at her unconscious form like a lovesick puppy.I didn’t even realize my hand had moved until I felt the texture of her hair against my palm. It was cropped shor

ALLISON“Michail, can I speak to you for a moment?”The pain never came. The sickening crack of the whip against my skin didn't sound. Hesitantly, I peeled my eyes open to find out why.Lord Michail had frozen, his head turned slightly toward the female who had just entered the prison.She stood a few steps inside the entrance, her form clad in a black, knee-length dress that stood in stark contrast against her pale skin. She was beauty personified, possessing the clearest pair of blue eyes I’d ever seen and a body that belonged on a runway, not in a dungeon. Her pristine presence felt alien in the grime of this hellhole.“I’ve warned you not to interrupt me while I’m busy,” Lord Michail snapped, his grip on the whip tightening until the leather groaned.I saw the flash of fear in Eliza’s blue eyes the moment he snapped at her. She cautiously took a step back before seeming to gather some courage.“This is important.”“What is it?”“I understand that you enjoy playing with your new toy

ALLISONStanding directly in front of me, I had to crane my neck back just to meet his gaze.That was the first time I truly registered his scale. I’d known he was tall, I’d assumed as much from watching him on the rooftop that fateful night, but up close, stripped of my defenses and chained to a wall, he was a monolith. He loomed over me, making me feel small, insignificant. And at 5’10, I was rarely the small one in the room.But then again, he wasn’t human. He was a predator in a human suit.Just like the night we met, his bloodstained eyes remained fixated on me, unblinking. The crimson orbs bored into me, dissecting my layers until I felt naked beneath his scrutiny. Fear stirred in my gut, thickening with every second his gaze lingered, but I refused to let it show. The part of me that prided itself on strength locked my knees and kept my chin high.“It’s a shame that it had to be you,” he started.The timbre of his deep voice vibrated in the air, erupting goosebumps across my ski

DAMIENAllison never left her door unlocked. Ever.Whether she was in the room or five miles away, that lock was engaged. It wasn’t a lack of trust, and it wasn’t because she had secrets to hide. It was a trauma response, a scar tissue formed over years of brutal abuse.She had been forced to live as a blood slave for so long, her body a public commodity for any abomination with a thirst or depraved urge. Even though she knew a simple lock wouldn’t stop a monster intent on hurting her, she needed that barrier. It was the only illusion of safety that allowed her to close her eyes at night.As I inched closer to the threshold, the sound of careless shuffling cut through the blare of the alarms.I went on high alert.There was definitely someone inside, and from the sounds of drawers being ripped from their tracks, they were tossing the place.I raised my weapon, keeping it tight to my body as I sliced the corner. I peeked through the gap in the door, my breathing shallow and controlled.