Aspen Hunter Real Name Novels & Stories

Asher pleads, his face already wearing the devastation of his loss. “Let’s go, little one. You don’t have to listen to their bullshit excuses.” I say, slipping my arm around her waist and edging her toward the door. But she digs in her heels. She steps away from me and crosses her arms, and the fire in her eyes is gorgeous as fuck. But I know she’s going to hear them out and I fucking hate it. “I’m listening. Talk fast!” She snaps. “The first victim, Courtney, was my first girlfriend.” Aspen admits and my jaw hits the floor. “The second’s name was Gemma. She was Asher’s, well, only girlfriend, I guess.

He searched her eyes with his own, checking for any hint of hesitation or manipulation but Adira maintained eye contact, calm and unmoving. “Okay,” he nodded, “I’m going to choose to trust you on this but if you ever break that promise-” “I won’t.” Adira cut in firmly. He took a deep breath and nodded before he spoke, “Aspen. That was my birth name, my ‘real name’ as you call it.” Adira simply blinked at him, “Aspen is nothing like Braxton.” He let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head at her comment. It was true, of course, but that was entirely the purpose of having a code name.

He only knew that he had said something he wasn’t supposed to say. The man turned toward the girls and smiled. “My name is Wendell Carson. I’m a wildlife expert from The Wolf Sanctuary in Mountain Range. In an old life, I was Hunter’s known grandfather.” Ash’s eyes widened. She had only ever heard of Hunter’s grandfather from Lavinia, Hunter’s mother. The story of him killing and eating Lavinia’s horses shot through her mind. Her heart beat faster and her palms began to sweat. Celia and Izzy merely looked on, confused.

He revealed his identity, feeling confident that everything was now in the bag. Aspen burst into cold laughter. "Oh, I know you're from the Harding family, and I also know you're my husband's enemy." This completely threw Kyrie off balance. He stammered, "W-Wait, hold on a second… What enemy? And you have a husband? Is he here too?" What the hell was going on? What was this woman playing at? Aspen continued casually, "That's right, my husband is right here. General Harding, you're incredibly bold, trying to seduce a married woman at an event like this. If word gets out, what do you think all those prominent people from Chetvine will think?"

My stomach dropped. "What?" He nodded. "I hired investigators to find you after you dared to run from me that morning. It took them a week to find you." Something was slamming hard against my rib cage in a really violent way. I knew what it was. My heart. "I found out who you were—Matteo Leone, a twenty three year old bisexual man, living in your father's house like a prisoner." He leaned forward slightly. "I learned everything about you—your urm... useless family, and your situation within hours of funding you."

She argues. "We have traitors within our ranks. How sure are we this won’t get out?" Rowan asks. I get out my tablet and did a little research into Leonardo Hunter. I frown when I recognize the face. I show it to my brother. "This motherfucker!" he shouts. "What?" Amara asks. Rowan hands the tablet to her. “Who is this man?” she asks. “He went by the name Lenard Hunter. He was one of the men we trusted to protect Angelica…” Rowan explains to her.

Killing them was usually just as hard, though. “So who was the hunter?” I asked, shuffling back in my seat. “Esther – that was my girlfriend – was searching for a witch to help her undo the curse. Who better to track down a witch than a woman trained to do so from birth?” He shrugged. “That was when I met Steph. Stephanie,” he corrected, and then he frowned to himself, as though admonishing himself for rudely using her nickname. “She was very much like you. Though she didn’t have the spark of passion that you do, Callie. She was more... clinical. By the book.”

"I said hot. You said crush. Fascinating." "Drop it." Objectively, I can’t deny that Noah Hunter is hot. Raven black hair, jade green eyes, long inky lashes, every muscle perfectly defined. He’s not bad if you’re into that kind of thing. Pity he’s such a dick. Finn’s smiling into his beer in a way that makes it clear he’s not dropping the subject for long. I change the subject before he thinks of more bullshit to torture me with. "You said you'd ask around about the people going missing out of town. What'd you turn up?"

Astoria was taken aback, realizing she had never disclosed her true identity to him. "It takes a hunter to recognize another. Your attire, the badge, everything about you reeks of hunting down werewolves and beast-folk," Higgins revealed, explaining how he had deciphered her purpose. "What I can infer is some heroic tragedy to avenge your father and vindicating the rightful heritage of your ancestors, please prove me wrong." "And if you're so curious, then you must also want to know why the resistance sent me in the first place," Astoria added, hoping to pique his interest.

It was so outlandish, could it be real? She looked at the screen, expecting some sort of candid snapshot. Instead, Lumen sat on a wicker ottoman with two women lying in the grass. One was an athletic, beautiful black woman. And the other was Aspen's mother. There were three children with them, one black and the other two brown. Just like her. Aspen stared at the picture. And kept staring. "Who...?" Aspen swallowed. "Who are they?" Lumen glanced at the picture. "The boys? The older one we call Chip. And-"