All Chapters of His Little Hunter: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ELIAS’ POVThe hunter’s large eyes were wide and brimmed with tears, her body quaking as she stared at the man in my hand. One would have thought I had her firstborn child in my hands from the way her smallish frame trembled.It only increased my ire at the man in my grasp and my grip on his neck tightened.“Please! Let him go.” She cried out, stalking slowly towards us.“And why would I do that?” I questioned, easing my grip on the man’s neck ever so slightly. His gasp was audible as he greedily sucked in air, his struggles increasing now that he was no longer on the brink of suffocation. I paid him no heed, however, my attention still on the ever-captivating human before me. She was now covered in dirt after I’d tossed her and little branches clung to her tussled hair, but even in this state, I could think of no one who held a candle to her beauty. “What could you offer me in return for showing this hunter mercy?”Her hands, clasped together, fidgeted at my question and her lips pre

ALLISON’S POVThe forest air carried a frigid bite and in the thin shirt I wore, I was fully at its mercy. Yet somehow my mind was too occupied to even notice the way goosebumps spread on my skin.Can you imagine the nerve of this prick? His face was stoic and calm, with no evidence of the obvious slight in his expression or demeanour.“What exactly are you trying to say?” I questioned, fighting hard to tamp down the ire that was quickly growing within me.“It almost seemed like second nature to you when you offered your body to me in return for your friend’s safety. I’m asking if that’s an offer you make often.” Ah! So he’s calling me a whore.The brash look on his handsome face only pissed me off further. He had no remorse. It was as though his question was a normal one and I was the strange one for taking any offence to it.His words dumbfounded me into silence, but after a while, they almost became funny and I couldn’t help the maniacal laughter that slipped from my throat. Only t

ELIAS’S POVMy head is a mess.I laid in bed, my gaze fixated on the white ceiling of the guest room as though it were the most fascinating thing in the world. The hunter’s words replayed in my head, over and over again like a broken record.‘I was actually twelve the first time we made such a bargain. You see, my whorish tendencies go back a long way.’Twelve? It was no more than a lie, a disgusting attempt to sow doubt and mistrust in me for my brother. My brother was not the kind of male to force himself on a child. I was sure of that. So why then did her crestfallen face when I’d voiced my doubt continue to haunt me?She’d looked genuinely offended.There hadn’t been any indication that her words were untrue. Her heartbeat had been steady and her gaze remained focused on me the entire time she spoke. Her voice had quivered, but not in a way that indicated she was lying. No, the little quakes in her voice had sounded like she was trying to keep her emotions in check and was failing

ALLISON’S POVThe heavy click of the lock sliding into place echoed through the room like a gunshot.I didn't move. I stood frozen against the wall where I had pushed myself up to face him. My breathing was ragged and shallow. I listened intently, straining my ears until the sound of his heavy footsteps faded down the hallway.Only when the silence settled did I allow my shoulders to sag.I kept my back pressed against the cool plaster, using it as a crutch to keep my trembling legs from giving out.Michail.Even in death, he wouldn’t leave me alone.I hated that Elias had seen me like that. I hated that I had woken up screaming a dead man’s name like he were alive. I hated that I'd shown such humiliating weakness in front of an enemy. But most of all, I hated the way he had looked at me.Not with the lust that darkened his eyes in the fleeting moment we'd shared earlier and not with the hatred fitting of someone whose brother I'd murdered. But with… concern. Confusion.It made my stom

ELIAS' POV"Eliminate the child," I whispered.The Dowager Queen had ordered a hit. She wanted a human woman named Elise and her child dead. The last name was obliterated by a dark stain, illegible. Why? The letter didn't say. Seraphina was a purist. Perhaps this Elise had offended her, or perhaps she just wanted to make a point; that humans weren't meant to mix with us. It sounded like this Elise had relations with a vampire close to the queen but Seraphina wasn't one to cut corners like this. She was a prideful female and was at the very top of the pyramid when it came to vampires. If she wanted a human dead, she would simply order it and no one but the King would be able to go against her. So then, why the secrecy?The Queen kept many secrets, and this was clearly one she wanted buried deep. Did this Elise have ties to the King?I dug deeper into the chest and my fingers brushed against soft velvet. I pulled out a small pouch tucked beneath the stack of letters.I opened it, and