All Chapters of Hunter and the Silent Wolf: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

***Greyson“And you’re sure it wasn’t foul play?” My eyes slit, studying the pack doctor’s calm temperament, looking for any sign of deceit. Noir pillars of black mahogany cornered the bed while a tapestry of swirling winds and a full moon stood gazing at the old Alpha from above. He looked peaceful, almost set in a restful slumber. I held his father’s hand. Cold and weathered.The man shook his head with a sigh, “No malice that I can detect. Looks like he died sometime late in the night, maybe early hours in his sleep.”I nodded, waving my hand.“Leave me,” I growled and quickly the doctor ushered the nurses out, closing the door behind him.It didn’t make sense. Yes, father was older but still in great health. No chronic illness or any known ailments. And the timing… just as Fiona had returned to Grey City. But I had guards patrolling her door, without being directly stationed outside. They noticed no one coming in or out all night since the time I left her at midnight.Had Vassar’s

***Fiona“I have a surprise for you.”I gasped at the sudden voice, echoing over the emptiness of the library. My eyes darted past the rows of knowledge and inked parchment, practically untouched in the mansion’s expansive space, but had yet to see his beautiful face. A blossom of need flushed inside my chest.“Where are you? I’ve looked for you everywhere,” I urged, the sickness of my voice not hidden very well. Greyson had begun acting shifty, anxious. I couldn’t help but worry that he was onto me or maybe onto Julian.“I’ve been busy,” was his only reply. I frowned.“I was worried… that maybe after the death of the Alpha, he caught you. He’s been storming the place in a rage. He said his father’s death was natural causes but somehow, I don’t think he believes it himself,” my voice said in a hush. I studied the book in front of me just in case anyone was to walk in. Normally, the library sat empty for days, weeks, and was told that I was the only one in the house who visited regular

***FionaMy fingers slipped under my robe between my parted legs, rolling over the already healing mark left by his mouth just below my slit. When he lowered between my thighs, his hands splayed my legs wide, shifting his broad shoulders between and I had to stifle the gasp as his teeth broke flesh, releasing a symphony of light and luster as it danced wondrously in my mind. He lapped at the wound, my chest caving and collapsing as he inched closer to my slit.His tongue found me next in that library. On that rickety wooden desk. What a sight we would have been if anyone were to wander the rows of books and find themselves in our corner. My dress hiked high around my waist, scrolls of fabric thrown aside as I squeezed him tight between my aching thighs. And he savored every bit of nectar that awaited him. I tried my hardest to quiet the moans, but his mouth grinned against my lower lips, dipping his tongue even further between my folds. Deeper. Deeper.His thumb flicked over my clit a

***Nivea - seven years ago"That boy from Grey City... Goddess, I hope he'll be there!" I shrieked to Mina, my wolf.I felt her rumble low inside of me as she purred, "Mmhmm, he's dreamy!"It was the Annual Champions Trek. Packs from all over brought their best and most ferocious fighters to compete in various games, to win the coveted title of Trek Champion of the year. I had been attending with my father, Angus Crow - leader and Alpha of the Gileon pack, for years.There were always so many new fighters... eye candy for us girls to chose from. Never had I seen so many men and now I was 18. I was sure to find my mate among one of them. But my thoughts went back to him... from Grey City. But he was no longer a boy, but a man now. The one with the tattered blonde hair and diamond blue eyes that always found me in a crowd. We had never spoken, only silent pleas from across the room. Daddy forbade me to talk to any of the other pack members, especially them, he had once said. Alexander

***FionaThe air turned sour, night stifling to a bitter brine. I felt a roar of anger tremor down my spine, a wave of wrath rushing towards me. But I was ready. I had been steadying myself for this war against Greyson for ages. He had only hours to plan and stew in his vengeance.Me… I had years.I stood, centered at the doors of Carter Mansion with Archer to my left and Milo to my right. The rest of the city gathered below. Waiting. Strangled murmurs blanketed the sculpted lawns as snarls and sneers gathered, charging towards us. Greyson led with a hundred Gammas at his back.The crowd parted like a silent tide as rage and wrath burned in his eyes. He stalked closer, face lethal… vicious as death slit eyes set on me. No wolf as he shifted back, taut muscles rippling over sweat beaded skin. A body I once thought alluring and magnificent. Not anymore.Greyson roared.I smirked; I enjoyed playing with my food before I devoured it.This man had branded me, mutilated me, manipulated me…