All Chapters of His Little Hunter: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ALLISON His voice was soft and gentle, almost caressing in its tenderness. It was nothing like the clipped, business-like tone he'd used when speaking to the Royal earlier. No, this was different, it almost sounded like he was speaking to a cherished lover. My brows arched skeptically at that observation. It wasn't just his voice that had softened; the look on his usually stoic face was a reflection of pure, unguarded longing. It was the kind of passionate, yearning look I imagined romance novels spent entire chapters describing. Even here in this wretched, filthy prison, he stared at her like absolutely no one else existed in the world. No one but her. I was almost envious of her, despite everything. I could only wonder what it felt like to have a man look at you like you were the most beautiful, precious creature in existence. It would never be my reality, though. That kind of devoted treatment was reserved for pretty little delicate flowers like Eliza and Lacey, not for withered,

DAMIEN Mortification left me stifling a cough, and I battled the crippling urge to avert my gaze from the witch. But doing so would be the same as openly admitting that I was indeed staring at her like some lovesick fool. "Get over yourself." I said, feigning irritation, hoping desperately that my voice sounded clear and steady, that it didn't betray the strange, unsettling feeling stirring in my chest. "Really now? Are you saying you don't find me attractive, hunter?" There was a distinct shift in her tone, something dark and almost seductive coating the words that rolled off her tongue. Her pierced tongue. A sudden, overwhelming wave of heat rushed through me, emerging at the base of my skull and traveling straight for my groin. Damn, I never knew I had a thing for piercings. Her full lips pulled back into a knowing smirk, and her feline eyes shone with impish, predatory mirth. The dull clack of glass hitting wood floated through the room as she set her drink down and crossed smoo

ELIAS The tension in the room became almost suffocating the moment Violet left. Seraphina looked perfectly calm, her face an emotionless mask as she took a delicate sip from her teacup. I watched silently, trying my best to hide the anxious dread this situation brought me. What could she possibly want from me? "You can relax, Elias. I don't bite." She said, flashing a deceptively gentle smile. "We'll be seeing a lot of each other, so you should get comfortable around me." She gestured gracefully. "Have some tea." My eyes fell to the piece of fine china placed before me. Golden brown liquid sat in the cup, releasing a pleasant fruity aroma. It was just tea, I detected no poison in it, yet I hesitated to bring the delicate ceramic to my lips. I had no fear of poisons; working as a mercenary had made me intimately acquainted with them. But with the queen, you could never quite tell what she truly had up her sleeves. Her honey brown eyes narrowed perceptively. "You're cautious. That's

ALLISON "With pleasure, Lady Eliza." One of the males answered with a wide, predatory grin, licking his lips obscenely as he stared down at me. His eyes were dark with ravenous hunger, and his fangs protruded visibly from the corners of his lips, deeply unnerving me. "You'll be keeping us company today, little lady." His companions wore disturbingly similar expressions on their faces, like starving men faced with a feast after weeks of deprivation. My body was the feast, and they were eager to sate their hunger. Eliza truly was cruel beyond measure. My gaze strayed weakly to the female perched on the chair, and her icy eyes brimmed with malicious mirth. She didn't bring me here just to torture me physically. No, her plan was far more insidious, to break me completely, mentally and spiritually. This was her calculated way of doing so. Somehow, she'd figured out precisely what I feared most in this world. My gaze was torn away from Eliza when one of the males roughly grabbed my arm w

ELIAS The blade froze mid-air, its sharp point only lightly grazing the hunter's vulnerable skin. I watched a single bead of blood form at the tip of the blade where it had kissed the hunter's throat before rolling slowly down the side of her pale neck. My whole body was rigid with tension as I watched that drop of crimson trickle down. Had I caught Eliza even a second later, the hunter would be dead. My iron grasp on Eliza's wrist tightened until bones ground together, and she let out a sharp cry of pain before the metallic clatter of the dagger hitting stone rang through the dungeon as she released it. "Are you mad, Eliza?" I yelled, yanking her forcefully away from the hunter's prone form. "No, you're the one who's gone mad!" She screamed back at me as she struggled desperately to free her wrist. "You're the one protecting a hunter! The very one who murdered your brother at that!" I flinched at her words, my grip on her loosening the slightest bit. She seized the opportunity to