All Chapters of Knotting the Hunter: Chapter 341 - Chapter 350

MatoFuck. I remember that night. He was taking the trash out when I said that, and he obviously heard me.Noah asked me why I was keeping my distance from Cody, and I gave him the honest answer, standing in the Alpha house kitchen. I know exactly how good wolf hearing is, and I should know better than to say anything that I wouldn’t say to someone’s face.That was the same night Cody came in from outside, thanked me for looking out for him and told me I could get back to my own life. I thought he was finally ready to manage without me. I was proud of him, for Goddess’ sake.All this time I thought he was done with us. I sent him one text, got “All good” back, and took that as my answer. I left him alone, since that’s what I thought he wanted.He walked away because of something I said. All that time missing him, with him a few miles down the road, thinking I didn’t want him.That’s why he’s so angry about me thinking of him as a kid. I may not have used those exact words, but it came

MatoThe front door of Cody’s mother’s house opens, and it isn’t Cody who comes out.I’ve been sitting out here for half an hour with the window rolled up. With the engine off, I could hear most of what’s being said in that kitchen if I let myself, and I’m not doing it. The last time somebody heard something that wasn’t meant for them, it cost me three years with him.I’ve spent it trying to work out how to tell him why I stepped back in my driveway, without it sounding like I’m pushing him away again. I haven’t gotten anywhere. Every version I come up with sounds like a man letting somebody down easy, and that’s the last thing I want to do to him.The woman coming down the steps is in a puffy blue coat, and she walked out of that house while Cody’s still in it, so she has to be the podcaster. She doesn’t go to the little car parked in front of me. She walks straight across the snow to my window and knocks on it.There’s no polite way to ignore somebody standing two feet from your doo

Mato“Please tell me you didn’t know about this.”Cody’s beside the rig before I’ve even shut the engine off, with his arms folded tight.Behind him, Rafe’s sitting on my front steps, leaning back on his elbows with his legs out across the bottom one. The whole place smells like him. He’s been there long enough that it’s soaked right in.‘Get rid of him,’ my wolf growls, like Rafe’s climbed into our bed.My claws are already pushing at my fingertips. I keep them in, because Rafe’s watching me, and he’d love to see exactly how jealous I am.I really wish I could tell Cody I had no idea.“I knew. Dax decided it while I was sitting in his kitchen. I argued with him until he told me to go home. Then I got called out to a breakdown as soon as I got back to my truck. I should’ve texted you the second he said it. I’m sorry.”“You should have,” he says. “I didn’t know if you were in on it.”I could take him being angry. He smells hurt, and one text from me would have saved him that.“I wasn’t

Mato“Finn’s making up the spare room with the good sheets,” Dax says before I’ve even got his front door shut behind me. “And I’m bringing popcorn. The big bag, with extra butter, because watching you quietly lose your shit is going to be very entertaining.”He’s sitting at his kitchen table in a pair of sweatpants, grinning at me like it’s his birthday and somebody’s just wheeled me in with a bow on my head.I only came over because he texted me to get my ass over here. If I’d ignored it, he’d have turned up at my place instead, and Cody would have heard every word of this conversation through the bathroom door.He’s barely said a word to me as it is. He was up before me this morning, made a full pot of coffee, poured exactly one cup and took it into the shower with him. The rest of the pot is sitting on my counter getting cold, and I’m pretty sure that was the whole point of making so much.I’d let him pour every pot I own down the sink if it meant he’d look at me again the way he

Mato“You can stop guarding it,” Finn says. “I’m not going to burn a pie that’s already cooked.”“Kelly warned me about you and toast.”“That was one time, years ago, and she’s never let it go! That toaster only had two settings, raw and on fire.”I don’t move away from the oven anyway. Kelly’s pot pie is pretty much the only thing in this house I can actually do anything useful about.Across the Reserve, Rafe is probably standing at my stove right now, possibly wearing nothing but an apron, using my pans and opening my drawers.Cody’s sitting there watching him provide, probably comparing the normal stuff I usually make to Rafe’s over-the-top cordon bleu shit, which will undoubtedly be perfect and delicious.‘Our den is going to stink of him, and his hands are all over our things,’ my wolf growls. ‘Let me go and tear his throat out and leave him in the snow for the crows.’No. Cody said yes to him, and tearing anybody’s throat out won’t change that.I said I’d stay away until morning