All Chapters of The Wolf Hunter's Daughter : Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

I regained consciousness on the single bed in Marcel’s nursery, having no memory of how I got there or what happened after Sabelle cut me with the silver knife. With a gasp, I sat up and checked my wrist. There was nothing there. Was it a dream? No, it couldn’t have been. It was too vivid, and I remember how that book felt in my hands. I still had shivers remembering that the book was bound with human skin.But there was no time to ponder because Marcel’s pitiful cries were too loud to ignore. My breasts were aching and full. I pulled on my robe, hurrying to get him. But Helen beat me to it. She came into the room carrying Marcel.“You were sleeping so soundly, I really didn’t have the heart to wake you, Your Grace.” She smiled, handing me my squirming son. “But the little prince needs his mother.”“He has quite the voice,” I giggled. “And impatient too.” Like his father, I thought as he frantically searched for my nipple, his little face pinched and angry. Finally, he latched on, and

MagnusThe scent of pine and earth filled my senses as I ran through the damp, mossy forest. Branches whipped past in a blur of green and brown as I let the beast run free. The crisp mountain air offered a reprieve from the staleness of the library. The beast growled, a low rumble deep within my chest, mirroring my frustration. I needed to clear my head, silence the noise in my head.“The bastards know Erina's death would render me useless,” I muttered, the words a ragged breath torn from my throat. “Mad or dead.” Klaus's ambition was a foul stench, clinging to him like cheap perfume. Did he think I was blind? He lusted after my throne. I saw it in his ruthless, beady eyes. And my elder council, the ones who I had trusted to hold me accountable, were conspiring with that skunk. Using Erina’s insecurities to trap her and she walked neatly into it. Faster, faster. I ran as if I could outrun all my problems. Dappled sunlight filtered through the leaves, painting shifting patterns on my

I spent a restless night in the nursery. Marcel, sensing my turmoil, was also restless. No matter how Hanna and I tried, we couldn’t get him to settle. The moment I put him down; he would wake and cry. Eventually, I gave up and took him to bed with me. He fell asleep on my chest, and I dozed off for a few blissful minutes. At least that was what it felt like before being rudely awakened.“Erina, get up. It’s time.” Magnus loomed over me like a shadow of doom.I groaned and forced open an eye. “Are you serious? I just fell asleep,” I mumbled, my voice thick with sleep.But seconds later, I bolted out of bed. My heart thudding against my ribs. “Marcel!” I gasped. He was no longer on my chest.Magnus, arms folded across his broad chest, was unamused. “Hanna took him. You have five minutes to get done.” He turned on his heel and left the room.***I had to jog to keep up with Magnus’ long strides. He was obviously still angry about last night. Granted, I probably shouldn’t have said what

ErinaWhose devilish plan was this to make me fight against my sister? She was relentless. I saw my father in her, her fluid movements. She was supple like a cat. You wouldn’t say she had a baby two months ago. The advantages of being a werewolf, I guess. I had healed, but I still felt fat and sluggish.“Come on, Erina! Put your weight behind your punches. You hit like a girl!” Her angry screams did little to entice me.I was hot and tired. As if sensing my distress, the cows in the paddock let out low moos of empathy. At least they had their calves with them. My baby needed me. “I am a girl!” I yelled out of frustration.She was a killing machine. Our father trained her, not me. My purpose was to be a sacrifice, not a fighter.She snarled back, “You’re not! You’re a fucking werewolf. Own it!”She slapped me. Right across my face. Blood flew in an arc from my nose.The wolf inside roared for dominance. I felt her surge forward, filling me with strength.Daphne aimed a kick at my fac

MagnusWas it too much to ask for one day of privacy? I didn’t bother to hide my annoyance with Eric.“Couldn’t it wait?” I snarled at him, leaving my robe unfastened to let him know exactly what he had interrupted. My cock was a hard, angry spear, pointing accusatory at him.“I’m sorry, my king.” He flushed a deep shade of crimson and averted his eyes. “There has been a… development.”“Don’t mind him, Eric,” Erina tsked. “I’m sure it must be important.” She touched her brother’s arm in passing, smiling at him with affection.I left them in the lounge to get dressed. There were no formal appointments scheduled, but I expected the contestants to arrive soon.“Wait for me in my office.” I called out to Eric from the bedroom. “I’ll be there shortly.” An ominous feeling had taken permanent residence in my gut. My beast mirrored my dread, pacing restlessly in my mind.I wasn’t superstitious, but it wasn’t a coincidence that the date of the tournament coincided with the blood moon and lunar