Semua Bab The Wolf Hunter's Daughter : Bab 231 - Bab 240

I didn’t go after Erina. It would have been pointless. There was no getting through to her now because she was too upset. Somehow, I would have to make her understand and hoped she would forgive me. Damn it to hell! Why did she have to come and look for me?I hurried down the dimly lit hallways, down the stairs, my steps echoing in the silence on my way to the only person who held the answers.“Open the door, Gisela!” I hammered at her door, loud enough to wake the dead.“Magnus? What in the name of Selene… it’s the middle of the night.” The door inched open, and Gisela peered at me with eyes still heavy with sleep. “Is it the pup? What’s happening?”I pushed past her and locked the door. “We need to talk. This is long overdue.” She never spoke about my parents or my grandfather. “I want the truth. Tell me everything you’ve been keeping from me.”“What truth? Are you crazy? Coming in here like this.” She tugged her fluffy robe tighter around her body.I grabbed her arm and shoved her

I expected we would have an entire entourage of armed bodyguards in dark suits and sunglasses going with us on our shopping expedition. To my utter astonishment, Magnus, dressed like a regular albeit very sexy man in jeans, T-shirt and sneakers, grabbed my hand and sneaked me out the back entrance of the castle.“What’s this?” I asked. There was a car waiting, not the usual limo, but a plain-looking sedan. “Whose car is this?”“One of the omega servants’ cars.” He opened the door for me. “When I said just us two, I meant it.”“How far do you think we’ll get before they come looking?” I asked while sliding into the car.He just chuckled. Of course, he had planned every detail.We left the castle grounds without being stopped or questioned. It felt strange to be alone with him in a car doing normal things a couple would do. But we weren’t a normal couple. He was the werewolf Lycan king, and I was… what? His mate, his slave, his queen? Or just Erina, the wolf hunter’s daughter, the one w

ErinaIt was so easy to be pulled back into his charms. The soft, romantic candlelight, the sweet-smelling roses, a perfect setting. For what? What was he planning? My mind recalled another time, another date, but a different man. Yves. A shiver ran down my spine. I couldn’t compare the two and yet… It made me wary.“Have you ever tried to read my thoughts?” I asked. “I remember you telling me you could get into people’s heads. And apparently so can Sabelle.”“Why would you ask me that? No, I would never do that to you, Erina.” He reached for my hand across the table. I let him intertwine our fingers. The warmth of his touch still affected me, leaving me wanting more. But I wasn’t giving in to him that easily.I kept my voice even. “Why not?” I wish I had that ability. It would make life simpler.“I don’t want to.” He lifted my fingers to his mouth, touching my fingertips to his lips.I smiled. “Good. You wouldn’t like it.” I pulled my hand away.The server brought us the first course

It was hard to watch. Couldn’t bear to see my mate killed. Because of me. All because he chose me. God, I didn’t want him to die! I didn’t want to die either. Closing my eyes couldn’t stop me from hearing the horrible sounds, the growls, the screams. And I lay helpless in the mess, in agony, praying for the contractions to stop. By sheer willpower I pulled myself up against a table. I had to get up out of the poisoned bloody water if I wanted to survive. Please. I can’t lose this baby. It was too soon. My breathing ragged, lungs, skin, my entire body burning from the wolfsbane. This was how those wolves felt when my family tortured them with the wolfsbane. I cried bloody tears, sobbing and trembling with each labored breath. It wasn’t my fault. I had no part in their suffering. But it didn’t matter to them. Magnus fought like a demon against the horde of masked men. Their bodies were encased in what looked like rubber armor and they were armed too. I saw the glint of silver blades.

ErinaHe was keeping something from me. Again. It was so obvious. The way he tried to hide it behind his smile. The smile hardly touched his haunted eyes. He always did this. Like I was some fragile being that would shatter at the slightest touch. After everything I've been through, I realized I'm not the weak person my father made me feel like. If only Magnus would realize it.“How about… Marcel?” Magnus’ voice intruded into my musings.“What?” I blinked.“A name for our son?” he chuckled. “Where were you?”Our little angel was sleeping in his bassinet after I had fed him. I was so ready to go home, but Magnus insisted I stay at the infirmary for two more days. Rest, they say, when all I wanted to do was get the hell out, be in my own space. The smell of antiseptic and cleaning fluids irritated my nose and my sanity.The only people allowed to see me were the healers and himself. He was paranoid, and I couldn’t blame him after that vicious attack. But he couldn’t hide us forever.“Ma