All Chapters of The Wolf Hunter's Daughter : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Whispers and curious looks followed us as I followed him through the passages. I dreaded every step, not knowing where he was taking me or what torture he had in store. The beast looked elegant. I couldn’t deny it. If you didn’t know what he was, you would have thought him to be someone regal. Maybe even a king. The king of monsters.Dressed in an expensive black suit that fitted him like a glove, showcasing his broad shoulders, narrow hips and powerful thighs, thick, dark hair combed back from his broad forehead. Golden cufflinks in his black silk shirt and a golden wolf’s head pin in his tie. Shiny black shoes. Black from head to toe. As black as his soul.The sheer scale of the dining hall stole my breath; a breathtaking expanse of golden velvet and gleaming tables reflecting the dazzling light of low-hanging crystal chandeliers. The air itself shimmered with their brilliance. My heart pounded seeing the mistresses, radiant in silks and jewels, their laughter abruptly silenced. Th

ErinaI wished he would kill me, end my misery. When I attacked him, scratched him, screamed like a demon, I thought he would. But he just let me hit him until I had no more strength left. Then he carried me to my room. I begged him to kill me. Begged him. But he said nothing, just left me and I haven’t heard or seen him since. It’s been three days.“You must eat something, Erina. Keep your strength up.” Sophie sat at my bedside, softly stroking my hair. Her presence was a welcome comfort to me in this unfriendly place. How could I bring myself to eat?Didn’t even want to get out of bed, had no desire to live. I kept on seeing my brother’s head on that plate, his dead eyes staring at me. Did my father know his son was dead?I’ve cried so much, there weren’t any tears left in me to cry. “I hate him, Sophie.” Hate was an understatement. I wanted the Lycan dead.Her soft hand on my shoulder was both kind and reassuring. “I know. But you are strong.” She lowered her voice, mindful of the

ErinaI hardly felt the icy sting of his leather-clad palm against my face, hardly recognized the man that gave me life. His eyes, like stone, devoid of any love, compassion or anything to make me believe he was human, bored into mine.“They are not your friends!” Fingers dug into my shoulders as he shook me so hard that my teeth rattled. “They are monsters!”My tears formed ice crystals on my face. “Any yet, you want me to go back? You hate me that much?”“Oh, stop your hysterics, Sister!” Daphne holstered her weapon. She joined our father to scowl at me. “Listen to Father. You had one important task. One!” She held up one gloved finger. “And you’re already failing,” she sneered.“Daphne is right, Erina. This is the most important task of your life. You must return to the Lycan.” He released my shoulders. “I don’t hate you, my daughter. You must believe me. It is the hardest sacrifice I’ve had to make in my life.”“Sacrifice? I am the sacrifice, but it’s hard for you?” The Lycan was

ErinaI watched him as he undressed, dark eyes pulling me like a magnet. It was difficult to remind myself that he was a beast, looking at his perfectly sculpted body. Every muscle, every sinew defined like a work of art. He was too beautiful to be human.I had braced myself for his anger, expecting to be hurt for escaping, yet he held me, consoled me, a kindness I expected from my family but never received. There was a profound emptiness inside me; it felt as though the real me had perished in the snow together with Sophie and her friend, leaving behind only an empty shell. Whatever he wanted to do to my body, it didn’t matter anymore. I belonged to him, the Lycan.He stood at the foot of the bed, his gaze devouring my body. “Touch yourself, huntress,” his voice rolled over me like silk. “Open yourself for me.”I’ve never done something like that, but I remember what Brigitte did when she sucked him off. Hesitantly, I reached between my legs, my face flushed with shame at what I was

“So, is this what this is?” I gestured towards the ghastly throne. “To frighten me into telling you what? A story? I already said; sometimes things die!” The emptiness inside made me brave.He turned to me and there was this expression in his eyes that could almost be tender. “You’re a bad liar,” he said with surprising softness. “You don’t have to be afraid of them.”I shook my head. It wasn’t them I was afraid of.“Did you think I wouldn’t notice this?” With one swift movement, he tore the front of my dress to reveal my breast. I yelped, surprised at the suddenness. I clutched at the torn fabric, trying to cover myself, but he slapped my hand away. He cupped my breast, examining the small puncture wounds. His mouth turned into a thin, white line. “Who did this, Erina?” The sharp demand sent a tremor through me. “Answer me!”“Hanna.” Out of my control, the name spilled from my lips and I instantly regretted it.“I see.” His thumb stroked over the marks as if to wipe them away. Althou