บททั้งหมดของ The Wolf Hunter's Daughter : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

MagnusFor the first time I lied to her. What happened between Daphne and me was unexpected. I was caught up in the moment, there was no excuse for it. Daphne only seduced me to get back at her sister. I was angry at myself for getting caught up in it and I took it out on Erina.Could I blame Erina for what she did? No, but I blamed Hein. I promised her I wouldn’t kill him, but anything could happen when we go to rescue the pups. There were no guarantees in life.Erina was in the bathroom vomiting. She tried to hide it from me. Did she think I was ignorant? She even smells different. Not in a bad way, though. It’s like I couldn’t get enough of that scent. It drives my beast wild. He wants to be near her, never leaving her side.But that pup growing in her belly wasn’t mine. It was Hein’s. Only once? I needed to smash something, kill something. Only once. I’ve had her countless times, and he fucked her once and gave her what I couldn’t, what I wished I could – a baby. It killed me insi

Magnus“Are you so insecure that you need her to do that, Magnus?” Was it pity that I saw on his face? “Was the sire bond not strong enough?” The mocking sneer on his face and his insolence wore on the threads of my patience. And they were already frayed.“If it was then she wouldn’t have opened her legs for you, would she?” My voice boomed through the room. “You took advantage of her, Hein!”He had the audacity to laugh at my face. “She came to me willingly, Magnus! You have never experienced a soulmate bond. It is a powerful force. Like being drawn together, two opposite poles of one magnet. There was no use fighting it.” His face shone with the memory of her, and I wanted to smash his brains in.My beast fought for dominance, urging me to fight for her. She was ours! If I probed his mind I would see how he took her, driving into her sweet pussy, stealing from me. No, if I did that I would surely kill him.“Shut up, Hein…” I growled, hands fisted at my sides, ready to pound him to d

MagnusIt was time. A crowd waited outside the gates to be let in to witness the execution of Ignatius Saul. My servants, my mistresses, the residents, Erina and I joined the rest of my pack at the square. It was the night of the full moon. A night the pack would otherwise go out in the woods in their true form to hunt or fuck or both. But not tonight.“It won’t be pretty,” I told Erina. “Are you sure you want to watch. I know how you feel about him, even if he is piece of human excrement.”“I am sure. He is still my father, and I don’t hate him, Magnus. But I need closure.” She rested her fair head against my shoulder, and I kissed the top of it. She looked like a queen, dressed in red velvet with my cloak of black bearskin covering her shoulders. Her hair formed a plaited crown around her head. In my heart she was my queen although I said I never wanted one, didn’t need one. But she was the queen of my heart.I turned my head to find Elise and the others staring at us. Each of them

MagnusI left while she was sleeping. It was before dawn when the castle and mountains lay covered in a white blanket of mist. I passed by the remains of Ignatius Saul hanging from the wooden structure in the courtyard. The sweet sickening smell of death had brought a treachery of ravens to the feast.My presence disturbed them as I passed, squawking and cawing to warn me off. Some flew up from their feast only to return speedily to peck and tear at the hunter’s flesh. A raven, in its haste to escape with his prize, an eyeball pulled from the corpse’s face, flew over my head and dropped it as another bird swooped in, greedy for the prize.My men waited for me outside the castle gates; the six alphas with their strongest warriors and thirty of my soldiers. We were a formidable group. I stood in front of them, looking at their eager faces. Hein and Erik were with me.“We’re ready, Excellence.” Alpha Cedric spoke. “The helicopter should arrive soon. I’ve arranged with the Alpha of Silve

HeinTwo armed guards escorted Erik and me into Anderson’s office on the top floor. He was a man in his late fifties, as far as I could tell. Of average height and slightly balding. He came to greet us, looking friendly, but I noticed the wary look in his eyes.“You must be Erik? You are the spitting image of your father. Where is he? Is everything alright?” he looked at me. “Professor John Anderson,” he held out a hand for me to shake.“Hein,” I said. “Erik’s brother-in-law.” Erik and I had agreed on this explanation previously.“My father, unfortunately, has taken ill,” Erik said. He was a smooth liar. His heart rate didn’t give him away. He spoke with confidence, which impressed me. “He told me about your research, and I am impressed. Are you making any progress at all, Prof. Anderson?”“Yes, well…” he couldn’t stop staring at me. “You are an enormous fellow. My goodness.”“Good genes, I guess,” I said, trying to give him a disarming smile.Erik cleared his throat to get the older