Todos los capítulos de Knotting the Hunter: Capítulo 191 - Capítulo 200

Dax"The good news is she doesn't want in," Cody continues.Every head in the hall turns toward him, and he doesn't shrink. He wants to, I can see it in his shoulders, but he plants his feet instead."She's never once asked me to open anything. What she wants is for me to come back to her. She thinks I’m her property. And she wants to get back at Dax and Noah for getting in her way. But not in a way that will weaken her. She doesn’t want to risk fighting a whole pack."He looks at the woman with the folded arms, then at the two kids beside her."If I thought for one second she’d use me to get into Northgate and hurt anyone, I’d ask them to chain me to my bed and never let me out. Dax, Noah and Finn saved me from her. Mato is…" the tips of his ears turn red.“Mato has held me together more times than he knows. Without him…Yeah. I don’t know where I’d be.”He looks horribly uncomfortable, like his mouth has run away from him, and is spilling secrets everywhere.“Not actually the point.

DaxThe wind swings and puts the smell in my mouth before my eyes find anything.Wet fur. Cold fury. Nothing wolf-like in it at all, in spite of the fact that he’s very obviously a werewolf.I know that smell far too well. I've had it on my teeth.A piece of the dark separates from the rest of it and steps out into the snow.Grey from nose to tail. No markings anywhere. Big enough that some idiot corner of my brain insists it has to be machinery, because even we don't come in that size.My wolf roars, so loud my skull rings. 'Get ours behind us and LET ME OUT NOW.'I've fought this thing twice, and what I mostly learned from those two occasions is that I'd rather fight a building.I let my wolf take me anyway.Cody keeps walking.He's at the wire now, still fully unaware that any of us are here. He puts one hand flat on the post, calm as the bottom of the ocean, and starts climbing through.Mato gets there first. He wraps both arms around Cody's chest and hauls him back off the fence,

DaxDoc Merrin has the garage doors open, everything set up, and she’s pacing anxiously.She’s known Reena all her life and the two women are closer than the Doc is with anyone else in the pack, including me.The first thing she says is, "Get her on the table immediately and then make sure you stay out of my light."The men carry Reena in and lay her on the table. Under the bright strip light she looks worse than she did in the dark.She’s unconscious now and her face has the awful stillness of someone slipping away. Blood has dried black down her whole left side, fresh red still seeping through the packing somebody tied on during the ride.It’s much worse than I realized and dread sinks its teeth into me.Merrin gets a good look at her neck and her face goes very still."How long since it happened?""Half an hour. Maybe a bit more." My words come out rough and shredded, which is what roaring until your throat tears buys you."Out," she says, already reaching for her tray. "Everyone w

Dax"You smell like a soap we don't own.""Hello to you too."Noah kicks the bedroom door shut and starts undoing his shirt buttons.I should be enjoying the view. Instead I'm sniffing at him like a customs dog.He's been gone since lunch."Errands," he said, and my mate doesn't run errands, he runs in the woods. When I offered to drive him he said, "Absolutely not" so fast my wolf took it personally.Under the wrong soap there's antiseptic, sharp and clean, and the caramel's already starting to come up through both.'Somebody's had their hands on him,' my wolf says. He's been pacing inside me since noon. 'Ask him who.'"Where were you?""Out.""Out where?""Dax."He gets the last button and shrugs the shirt off, and my interrogation falls apart.It's been almost a full week since the fence and I still haven't gotten over the fact that everything in front of me is in perfect working order.He collected his bonus the night his ribs stopped hurting, and every night since, and I want him

Noah"Open your mouth."He opens it.Not because he gives a damn about the crackers.He opens it because I'm the one saying it, and his tongue comes out looking for whatever I'm about to put in him, hoping for my cock.Instead, I push in a cracker loaded with peanut butter chocolate body paint.He eats it.He'd eat a rubber sole off my fingers right now.I think it’s afternoon, judging by the light, which is the only clock I've got left.He broke my phone when it buzzed, snarling loudly because it dared to interrupt.I was too busy having a life-altering orgasm to save it.I'm sitting on the edge of what's left of our bed with the jar between my thighs.Dax is on the floor between my knees, naked, sweat-slick, eyes amber, licking the paint off my stomach where I smeared it an inch thick, and every third pass I feed him a cracker and he doesn't even notice the switch.The jar was his idea, months ago.My nemesis flavor, bought as a joke, and I told him it was never coming near this bed