บททั้งหมดของ To Love The Hunters Daughter: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

EvelynThe fire had long since burned down to embers, but its warmth lingered in the sheets—and in Rafe’s arms. We lay tangled together, the morning light slowly painting the edges of the room in soft gold. The scent of smoke, sweat, and him clung to my skin. I didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to leave the cocoon we’d built in the hush of the night, the taste of him still warm on my tongue, the ache of need still curling low in my belly.His breath stirred against the curve of my neck, and his fingers moved in lazy, soothing circles along my spine. There was a stillness between us, not awkward but reverent, like we were trying to hold onto the last pieces of something fragile before the world demanded too much of it.This was the first time I’d woken up in his room. Not just beside him—but in his space, wrapped in his scent, surrounded by shadows and details that were his alone. The worn books stacked beside the bed. The blades mounted on the wall. The faded Blackthorne banner folde

EvelynThe world narrows to the ring.I can’t feel my feet moving, but somehow I’m at the edge, fingers gripping the wooden railing so tightly my knuckles ache. Rafe is down — bleeding, battered, his chest rising in shallow, uneven breaths. Kael’s massive wolf form prowls around him, muzzle dripping with crimson.My heart is a drumbeat in my ears. I can’t breathe.“Not yet,” Cassian murmurs beside me, his grip firm around my forearm. Voice low and urgent, but my body strains forward like he’s the only thing holding me back.Time slows. Every wolf, every breath in the crowd feels suspended in glass.Kael circles again, a predator savoring the end. He nudges Rafe with a paw, a cruel little shove. Nothing. Rafe doesn’t move. With a sickening crack and ripple of bone, he shifted—flesh reforming, fur retracting, naked and unashamed, the red haze of violence still gleaming in his eyes.He stepped over Rafe’s fallen wolf body, sneering as the gathered warriors stared, frozen.Rafe began to s

EvelynThe great hall felt impossibly vast without Rafe’s presence to anchor it. The vaulted ceiling seemed to stretch higher than I remembered, its beams disappearing into shadow. The flicker of the hearth fire made the corners of the room sway with dancing light, and yet it felt cold.Dozens of eyes fixed on me—heavy with fear, desperate for something solid to hold on to. For a heartbeat, I thought I might drown in the silence.Cassian’s voice still echoed in my head as I stepped into the main hall, each footstep feeling heavier than the last. The weight of what I was about to do pressed against my chest, tight enough to make breathing difficult. Fear lingered there—quiet but persistent—like the whisper of an unwelcome shadow.I drew in a slow, deliberate breath, lifting my chin. The pack was waiting. Their eyes held a storm of emotions—worry, doubt, and the smallest glimmers of hope. I wasn’t Rafe. I wasn’t the leader they’d sworn loyalty to. But right now, I needed to be something

EvelynThe morning light streamed through the wide windows of the packhouse kitchen, golden and soft, carrying the smell of bread fresh from the ovens. The space was alive with movement—pots clattering, voices rising and falling in laughter, the warmth of a home that thrummed with life.I slipped in quietly at first, only to be spotted by Mara, who waved a spoon like a sword in mock warning. “You’re just in time. Grab a knife before I throw it at you.”“Bossy,” I teased, but I joined her at the counter, pulling a cutting board toward me.“Efficient,” she corrected, smirking.Talia leaned over the bubbling pot, wrinkling her nose. “Efficiently bossy, more like. Don’t let her fool you, Evelyn—this is her way of making sure we don’t realize she’s actually terrible at chopping onions.”I grinned as Mara swatted at her with the spoon, missing by an inch. The banter was effortless now, as comfortable as slipping on a well-worn sweater. I wasn’t “trying” to fit in anymore. I was just here—pa

EvelynThe world felt different when I woke.It wasn’t just the way Rafe’s arm was curled around me, heavy and protective, or the way my body still hummed from what we had shared. It was something deeper—like I wasn’t just Evelyn anymore. I was Evelyn-and-Rafe. My heart beat, and I swore I could hear the echo of his.I shifted slightly, the sheet slipping down to bare my shoulder, and his arm instantly tightened around me, pulling me back into the warmth of his chest.“You’re not going anywhere,” he murmured, voice thick with sleep, rough in a way that made my stomach flutter.A smile tugged at my lips. “I wasn’t planning to.”We lay there in silence for a while, just breathing together. For the first time in my life, the silence didn’t feel empty. It was alive with something—connection, electricity, the soft golden hum of the mate bond weaving