All Chapters of The Wolf Hunter's Daughter : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

HeinSitting in a corner of my room, I watched her while she slept, mumbling and writhing on my bed. Her black hair plastered to her face. She was the exact opposite of Erina. Where Erina was soft, still slight in build, but she had curves whereas Daphne was all hard lines. Her breasts were small, hips like a boy. Even her features were sharp. She wasn’t unattractive. But she wasn’t Erina. I could still feel the softness of her plump lips underneath mine, remember the way she tasted -like the fruits of the forest, sweet and now forbidden.How was I supposed to keep my distance now that I’ve had her? It was torture. Magnus was cruel to torture me this way. To bind me to her, this Valkyrie. She’ll die trying to murder me. But I have no choice. I couldn’t risk being exiled. It would be far worse to be sent away and never have the chance to see Erina again.Fate will bring us together again. I must believe this.I got to my feet and got undressed. Might as well get this over with. I’ve ne

MagnusWhat on earth was I saying? I couldn’t let Erina mark me. I pushed back my Lycan with a tremendous effort. The beast was melting in her hands, ready to lay himself at her feet. “You are the only one that wears my mark. Let that be enough. It’s all I can give you, Erina. Please don’t ask me for more than that.” My hands on her shoulders ached to pull her closer to my chest, but I dared not give her what she asked for -my heart.She blinked and pulled away. “Forget what I said. It must have been the drink.”My fur coat slipped down her shoulders, and she walked away, leaving it in the snow. I stooped to pick it up.“Erina! Don’t walk away from me.” Why did I sound so desperate?She stopped, and I reached her, stood behind her. I didn’t want her to turn around. Didn’t want to see the hurt in her eyes.“What do you want from me, Master?” she asked, her voice trembling as she turned around. “I belong to you, but you… you belong to no one. You are selfish. Or are you a coward?” She h

He called me his little mate. It made my heart leap with hope, but I couldn’t quite trust him. Would he leave them for me?Up the stairs, we went and into his private lounge, next to his bedroom. So he wanted to talk? He deposited me rather roughly onto a couch and shut the door to his bedroom. He went to his liquor cabinet, took two crystal glasses and a decanter of amber liquid and placed it on the coffee table.He sat next to me on the couch, one arm slung over the backrest, his body half turned to me. “You want to mark me?” he asked.“Do you want me to?” The way he looked at me made me uncomfortable. His expression was challenging.“I want an answer, not a question. You called me a coward.” Just a statement. There was no accusation in his tone.I looked down at my hands in my lap. “I called you selfish, too.”“Yes, I am selfish and possessive of what I own.” He didn’t make a move towards me, but his deep voice flowed over me like a physical touch.I lifted my head to look at him.

She lay sprawled on my chest when I woke up the next morning. I wasn’t sure how many hours had passed. Had I slept an entire day away? Time didn’t exist when we were together. She was amazing. Erina had marked me. My brain tried to process the information. It felt unreal. I let her mark me. Did I feel different? I was still alive. Still immortal. The world hadn’t ended. So much for the prophecy, then.I turned on my side, careful not to wake her. Serene in sleep, the dark lashes kissing her cheekbones, her mouth so gentle, her long hair covering her like a blanket. I got up and went to the bathroom.The proof was there where my neck met my shoulder. Her mark. I traced the shape with my fingers, to familiarize myself with it. Blue. It was a blue rose.When I returned, she was still sleeping. I got dressed and slipped out of the bedroom. On my way to the dungeons, the servants and pack members I passed greeted me as usual. Nothing changed.Ignatius sat on a bed of straw in the corner of

MagnusBeing with Erina brought some comfort to my distressed mind. Probing Ignatius’ mind proved more difficult and upsetting than I could have imagined. All those memories of Victoria… I wished I had never seen it. I thought I had long banished her from my mind, but who was I fooling? Seeing her with him was torture, but feeling his emotions even more so. The man’s mind was definitely twisted. Even more than mine.But there was one piece of information I received from this – a name. It wasn’t much to go on, but it was all I had. I could try again at a later stage. Too much could kill him, and I didn’t want him to die. Not yet.Waiting for my commander and his captains in the war room, I found the information I was searching for on my cellphone. From Ignatius’ earlier rantings about DNA and wanting to save the werewolf pups from our ‘curse’, paired with the name I got from his mind, I was certain I had the right place.Hein and his captains arrived, their animated chatter preceding t