All Chapters of The Wolf Hunter's Daughter : Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

With Fritz dead, I gave the High Council orders to begin annulling my wedding to Elise. My reasons were simple. Elise had found her soulmate, and I wouldn’t stand in their way to happiness. Yes, I’m such a hypocrite. Being mortal had apparently given me a conscience. It accused me of denying Erina and Hein their bond. Had I not been so selfish, she wouldn’t have run away, wouldn’t have this vengeful spirit attached to her wolf. Yes, guilt ate at me. But when I looked at her, asleep on my bed, her hands resting on her pregnant belly, I couldn’t imagine life without her. She was my heart. And there was nothing I wouldn’t do to keep her, conscience or not. I almost lost her once, and I’ll be damned if I made that mistake again.“She’s asleep.” I opened the door for Sabelle.She followed me into the bedroom, gliding soundlessly over the carpet. Dressed in a flowing black dress with side slits that displayed her long legs, she commanded attention. The dark color contrasted starkly with he

Magnus“Who is Victoria?” Sabelle demanded, startling me. An unexplained gust of wind had extinguished the candles, and the room had gotten inexplicably colder. She stared, not at me, but through me, at something or someone behind me. My skin prickled with unease. Beside me, Erina slept, blissfully unaware of the unfolding scene. I turned my head. Slowly, slowly. And my heart stuttered.“Victoria?” Could it be?“Magnus, my love...” Her voice was a breath, an echo. She was transparent, hardly visible. But it was unmistakably her.The sweet, intoxicating scent of moonflowers filled the room. How could I ever forget her scent? It haunted me for years. I used to imagine her scent, smelling it in my dreams whenever I longed for her. A river of memories flooded my mind, bittersweet.Victoria, tangled up in my arms, her hands in my hair while she murmured words of love. My hands remembered the silk of her skin. The taste of her mouth…And then the pain of her betrayal as she plunged the knif

EricAnticipation was killing me. As if I had waited my whole life for this moment. That my sole reason for existing was for this. For her. My wolf paced in my mind, impatient to claim what was his. Elise. Even thinking her name sent the blood rushing south, burning through my loins. Fuck, I swear to God and all the saints if Magnus didn’t give us his blessing I would die right there. I would spontaneously combust.Watching her sign the document freeing her from Magnus and her crown, I hardly breathed. It was torture keeping still when all I wanted to do was run to her, take her in my arms and leave. I have my own quarters now. We could be alone. I lacked experience, but I wasn’t ignorant.Magnus watched me squirm. The bastard was enjoying every minute. He kept me from her on purpose, taking her from the dungeon where it would have been easier to see her, to speak to her. Who am I kidding? I would have claimed her right then.Elise glanced at me, and I felt light-headed. God! She was

After the rather tense tea party, Daphne and I went for a walk in the gardens to cool off from the stifling heat of late summer. It was late afternoon, just before dusk, and the garden was awash with color, primrose pinks and bleeding orange, soothing my overstimulated senses. I took a deep, cleansing breath of the garden’s perfume as Daphne and I strolled down the cobbled pathways, our arms linked with each other’s. Around us, nature settled in for the night, the soft sounds peaceful, grounding.“He is a bastard. I don’t know why you put up with him, Erina,” Daphne finally said when she couldn’t stay silent any longer.Yes, he was, but he was still mine.“There has to be an explanation, Daphne.” I tried to reason the truth away. “She said she heard, not saw them. She made her own conclusions.”“Good God, Erina! There you go defending that man whore!” She stopped to give me a look full of impatient disbelief. “Fuck it, how many times must he hurt you? He will never be faithful.” She s

ErinaHe was right outside the door, stubbornly waiting for me to let him in or come out. Well, he could wait there forever. I was tired of his excuses. He made a fool of me. Again. I wiped my face, feeling stupid that he had me reduced to this weeping, hormonal mess. I vowed to never trust him again.“Erina?” his dark voice sounded through the closed door. “Will you listen to me?”He could’ve easily broken the door down. He’d done it before.“I can’t stop you from speaking but I can’t promise I will listen to your lies.” My voice shook despite my best efforts to sound cold.He was silent for a heartbeat. When he spoke, it was through clenched teeth. “I’m not lying.”“Why, Magnus? Why can’t you stay faithful to me? Am I not enough for you?” Tears thickened my voice. I hated that I sounded so pathetic. So needy.“Goddess give me strength! Erina, you are more than enough. You are my everything.”“What you say and what you do are contradictory, Magnus.” I wanted to believe him. Lord know