All Chapters of Hunt Me, Mark Me : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Earis My denial is my greatest weakness. It wasn't smart of me to think I could have fun while playing his little game and play it safe. Now all I feel is the lingering sensation of his touch, the taste of his lips. I loved every moment of yesterday, but pleasure aside I need to carry on with the next phase of my plan, which brings me here to the library. Anya’s life was in danger after all. I'll burn this mansion to the ground before I let him lay a hand on her. Of course, someone as ancient as Magnus would definitely have a place where he stores his collection. Thanks to Nuel who was nice enough to lead me here without asking questions. The room wasn’t arranged in old shelves like I had expected. It was uniquely Mundane. Claire’s handiwork, if I must guess. Books lined the walls in neat rows, categorized by year rather than subject, their spines forming a strange timeline of history. A whole section was devoted to scrolls and parchment, another glittered faintly with artifacts l

EarisI forced a dry swallow. What the fuck is this? I picked up the scroll, and the words made my vision blur. It read,“I, Elena Lockwood, do swear upon my blood.For the mercy and kindness shown unto me, I bind my line in gratitude. From my blood and seed shall bear the one made to cure your curse, to soothe your ache, and stand as your mate.So long as the Lockwood blood endureth, so shall your fated mate be found. She who would fill the void in your Immortal heart and bind you whole. This I seal with the oath of my blood to the Lycan King, Magnus Voss.”Every word sent a loud ringing into my skull. My hands trembled around the scroll. At this moment I didn't know what to feel or how to feel anything. My chest constricted, each breath jagged, like the air itself had turned into glass shards inside my lungs.I had barely digested finding out about Magnus' promise about Cassian's bloodline. Now this?Every moment of my life has been a lie! I was born for him. Made for him just l

Earis What the fuck is she doing! The heat of the flame scotched my arm, burning me but she moved through the pain rushing to find the woman screaming. Everything was up in smoke. I could swear I stepped on a dead burning corpse. The smoke clogged my lungs as I choked. I could barely breathe. But she didn't stop moving. “Where are you? Where is your child?” her tiny voice rippled from my very throat. “I beg you, tell me where you are!” She continued to scream even as my dress caught on fire. Tears ran down my burning eyes. I felt the weight of heavy eyes from behind me. I didn't see anyone but I felt a sheer terror coursing through my veins. A burning hand grabbed me by the leg. “Foolish little girl! You shall burn with us, hunter!” A woman snarled as she tried to lock my body in place so I would burn with her. Oh my God! Move Elena! This was a fucking trick! They wanted to get her in the cabin. “No… I beg you,” she shuddered, struggling but the witch's grip didn't falter.

Magnus I can't just let them wander around waiting to be killed. And as my thoughts ran wild and their scared eyes pierced mine waiting for my response, someone came to mind. Iris De Compte. Proprietor and chief benefactor of St. Calliope’s College. And fortunately enough the owner of a large castle where vampires and mundanes party all night. The tight knot in my chest slowly loosened, leaving me lightheaded.“Nuel will lead you all to the De Compte's castle,” I started and I saw their eyes lose tension. “I expect everyone to be on their best behavior. Vampires can feed on mundanes, but I don't want to hear of a dead body or a missing person… or you'll have your Comtesse to deal with,” I added. I saw the relief on their faces. “But there's a catch. There are no boundary spells to keep your signals off the radar. So keep your head down, blend in, and by tomorrow you can return here.” I said before turning to leave. I ordered Nuel to finish the evacuation. I couldn't withstand t

Earis Heat flooded my veins as his hand slid lower, tracing the line of my stomach until his fingers brushed the waistband of my pajamas. My breath hitched. I should have pushed him away, but I arched into his touch, silently begging for more.Every slow, wet pull of his lips echoed in my head. It was maddening. I felt paralyzed, unable to pull away from the warmth of his soft lips even as I couldn't breathe. My mind wouldn't stop replaying how he had saved Elena from that burning cabin and the sheer weight of ache he must have endured. Just this once, maybe I should ease his pain. The words echoed in my mind as I trembled underneath him. His fingers slid lower between my thighs. I gasped, grabbing hold of his back as I pulled him closer. His fingers grazed my clit lightly, then he pulled away from the kiss, a trail of saliva still lingering from his lips to mine. “I love this look on your face, little hunter. It reminds me just how much I can do to you without being inside yo