All Chapters of The Wolf Hunter's Daughter : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

IgnatiusThe path we chose demanded great sacrifice, but the ultimate reward would be worth it. This was my heritage, my religion, and I brought up my children in this belief. Hunting is a tradition in my family, with origins dating back to the era of the Knights Templar. We've been humanity's silent guardians, fighting the evil abominations in secret, allowing others to live unaware of the lurking darkness. I raised my children as warriors, as hunters; strong, fearless. Then there was Erina, my beloved daughter, innocent, gentle, unwilling to harm a creature. Yet, she was the weapon I needed. Finding the prophecy, I knew Erina's destiny was to end the monsters. There was no question. I did what I had to. It was agonizing, but my faith endured, and I sacrificed my daughter for the greater good. For years I’ve hunted the Lycan, but he was as allusive as a shadow, always moving about. When I finally traced him to Germany, I uprooted my family and bought a cottage in a remote area ne

“I don’t want to.” I tried to pry her hands off my arm, but she only pressed harder. “Please, you’re hurting me. Let me go.” Would someone come if I screamed?“Oh, stop being such a baby. The others are dying to meet you.” She was relentless, dragging me with her down the passage. “Gisela said you were Ignatius Saul’s brat. Is that true?”I nodded. It was pointless to deny it.She gave a mocking laugh. “Now I understand his fascination with you.”We passed my room. I had left the door ajar. It would be easy just to shove away from her and lock myself in. If only I had the strength.She took me down another passage and up a short flight of stone steps. The sound of female laughter floated down to us and got louder as we approached. We entered what looked like a lounge area. The laughter broke off when the dark-haired woman dragged me inside.I recognized Elise, the mistress that wanted to strangle me. “Are you fucking kidding me?” she said when she saw me. “Why did you bring this human

ErinaI spent the night tossing and turning. Tortured dreams kept me waking up in a cold sweat. Every little noise made me jump, thinking the mistresses were coming to get me. I was scared for Sophie. She told me Gisela would whip whoever got on her bad side. I feared Gisela more than I did the Lycan. It was strange.The fire had gone out during the night, leaving the room ice cold and dark. Climbing out from under the feather duvet, I relit it. I sat by the crackling fire, hugging my knees for warmth. There was something soothing about watching the flames dance over the dark wood, devouring them. Unbidden, my thoughts turned to him. He was like those flames, beautiful yet deadly, and I was the wood. I was afraid he would consume me and leave nothing but ash behind. I couldn’t let that happen. But the way he touched me…A metallic click startled me out of my thoughts and fear jumpstarted my heart. I grabbed the poker from the stand, ready to defend myself or die trying. But it was Sop

ErinaThis was the moment I had dreaded from the start. When he came back to fetch me from the solarium, his eyes were wild and dark, a storm brewing there.My lips still burned from the way he kissed me earlier, like he wanted to eat me alive. He didn’t say it, but I knew he was determined to take my virginity and nothing I did or pleaded with him would stop him. When he held me so tight, every inch of his hard body against mine, his shaft pressing into my stomach, it was as if he wanted to absorb me. And God help me, I couldn’t resist. I didn’t want to.“I am your god now,” those words echoed in my mind. Blasphemy. But what else would you expect from a demon like him?I didn’t understand myself. Even after saying that to me, heat pooled between my thighs. Was that why my father had kept me away from boys? Did I have wickedness inside me? But the Lycan was no boy. No, he was much, much more. He was the forbidden.Wordlessly, he took my hand and led me out of the soothing warmth, leav

MagnusNo matter how many times I took her that night, I couldn’t get enough. She was like wolfsbane burning through my veins. I was addicted to the pain of her hate and, like an addict, I kept on drawing it from her with my words, my actions. Hate I could handle, love? Not so much. Love made you weak. If I had a heart, I could have felt something for her, this innocent human. But I lost that part of me a long time ago.I watched her playing and caring for the fox cub through the glass where they both were safe. She found such pleasure in such simple things. It was as if nothing bad could touch her there. Her smile lit up the solarium more than the sun could on a cold winter’s day. If only her smiles were for me…That thought sobered me up. I didn’t need her smiles. Her body was what I craved, her legs wrapped around me, my cock buried deep inside her wet warmth. I told her she wasn’t my mistress. Such a liar. She was all of it. She was the only one I wanted in my bed. But it wasn’t l