Chasing Him Novels & Stories

Fear gripped her heart as her mind raced, trying to comprehend who could be chasing them. "Chase!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with panic. "We are being followed!" Reaching into his pocket for his phone, he looked at her troubled gaze. "Hold on, Jada," he said. "We need to lose them." The driver accelerated, weaving through traffic as he skillfully maneuvered the car to shake them off. But the SUVs behind them seemed relentless, closing in with each passing moment. Looking at Chase talking on the phone, Jada's heart pounded in her chest, and she gripped the edge of her seat, her eyes darting between the side mirror and the road ahead.

The world fizzled into blackness. He smirked coming out of his room. He didn't even bother stopping to leave to put his shirt on. She took off running. He loved when they ran, his wolf inside of him going crazy. He loved the chase. He wiped the blood dripping from his nose as he power walked down the hallway following her scent. Each inhale makes him want her more. Adrenaline pumping through him like he was on a hunt. Loud noises of shouting echoed out from the hall. She was smart. She ran into a crowded place. No matter what, he would find her. Walking to the hall he saw them all huddle by the stage. Everyone was shouting numbers and waving their hands around. His eyes scanned the room look

I say, leveling him with a stare as I toss up two fingers, wiggling them. He rolls his eyes again, a sexy smirk pulling at his lips while dimples sink into either cheek. I scamper away before he can object, dodging the slap to my ass that I know is coming. Damn him and that giant-ass wingspan of his. He groans in defeat as I slink through the brush, bound for the soft glow of the firelight from the pit. Chase doesn’t wait. Instead, by the time I make it to the treeline, he’s striding out from it right behind me like the cocky sonofabitch he is, catching up to me and slinging an arm over my shoulders.

But, it isn’t there. "Fi-on-a," Lord Ashcroft's singsong voice cuts through the night, chilling me to the bone. "How long are you going to run from me, my dear?" His taunts drive me forward, adrenaline pumping through my veins. I push myself harder, muscles burning with exertion. But he's relentless, his whistling tune hauntingly close. I risk a glance behind me and see his silhouette gaining ground, his form illuminated by the distant lights. He's enjoying this chase, reveling in my fear.

“Maybe. Or maybe I’ll be the one chasing you. Hunting you down.” He groans, long and wrecked, head falling back against the chair. “Little Birdie, I’d hand you a loaded gun and let you chase me through those woods. Hell, I’d trip just to make it fair. The thrill of you hunting me? Fuck, I’d come before you even caught me.”

He thought the feeling would disappear but it changed into deep longing and he found himself wanting to get on the next plane to travel over to see for himself if she was doing well or not. The man he paid to act as their guard and watch over them was doing a good job of keeping him updated and also sending pictures but it was not enough for him. He wanted more. He was like a ravenous animal, nothing was enough to satisfy that hunger but he refused to budge because he did not want to get in too deep. He watched her blossom everyday she was there and wanted to be a part of her healing process. That feeling alone was scary. Because he now knows of Hannah’s true character without love covering

I closed my eyes and heaved a sigh before telling myself that the media was directed at riling me up and trying to get a reaction from whoever would be their prey. I go over to the floor-to-ceiling windows to stare down. Although I am fifteen stories up, I can still see them. They are like a speck of colored dust or tiny paint blobbed against ashen drawing paper. I want to reach out to them and crush them. I want to have them smeared against the ground, dead. At the sound of the door opening, I turned immediately, hoping it was Shirley with some sort of good news but it wasn't. Standing before me is Sean, dressed in the clothing he had on last night. "What the hell are you doing here?”

Why is he staring at the rearview mirror? "Christopher?" I look at him, but he doesn't seem to be responsive to divert his attention towards me as he keeps his sharp vision focused on the mirror. "Someone is tailing our car." He drawls with his grey eyes darkening. "What?" I exclaim and look in the mirror to see a black SUV following us at a safe distance. "Sorry, I didn't intend to wake you up." He looks at me for a brief moment with his eyebrows crinkling apologetically.

I had one duty to my mate however. Protect her. If protecting her meant finding her son so she wouldn't get hurt, that was exactly what I would do, if it also meant keeping her alive to produce another heir, then I would do that too. As I dived into the bush behind her I knew what I had to do. I didn't know the little ones scent, but I definitely knew Imogene's and I followed even when she was no longer in sight, I just followed the scent, trusting her to lead me to wherever it was that would be the hideout for this set of wolves.

I told him, grabbing my backpack off the hook I’d put on the back of the door and unzipping it, so I could tuck my laptop inside. “Your wolf probably won’t let you go without me,” he said, rubbing his arm a bit. “You can try it, but you’ll feel her try to shift and take over. My friends didn’t give you all of the details, but, now that my wolf’s done hunting you, yours is hunting me. It’s called The Chase.” My eyebrows shot upward. “The what?”