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I nodded to Xavier, he had every right to hate me, and if that made him feel better, then I would take it. I closed my eyes as he raised the knife and waited for him to plunge it deep into my chest. To be continued… (This book is a Duet, the Hunter and The Hunted. The Hunted i still being written, please see my website for more information. It is on my to be written list after I finish my final revisions of my main series and the spin off completion.)

His mind was blank for a second. Later on, he found himself licking her blood and slowly biting between the neck and the shoulder of the hunter. Little by little his teeth are pressing on her skin. But before he completely bite her, he was back to his sense. He was stunned for a few seconds. His hand starts trembling while looking at his face of Accalia. He wanted more, he wanted to bite her, and he wanted to mark the hunter. But when he remember the face of her mother, he feel guilty about what he was doing. Instead of biting the hunter, he bites his arm until fresh blood flows in it.

“You are my mate. Regardless of whether we have done the ceremony yet, you are my Luna.” My cheeks flushed at his words; the thought of being a Luna had weighed heavily on my mind, but now was not the time to dwell on it. “Come this way,” the butler said, clearing his throat. The butler was a tall, lanky man with hair so dark that it was like charcoal. He walked in long strides, his head held high, and his hands clasped together behind his back.

My father asked. "Yes, I don't suck blood. I'm not a fucking vampire" "But you work for one. Xavier, if I'm not mistaken" Hunter was silent, he didn't actually respond. "You have no proof to back up that claim," Hunter finally said. "I do have more than enough proof. I went to his home this morning and he was nowhere to be found. He could be lurking around town waiting for the time he'd attacked another innocent child or wolf but listen and listen very good Hunter, if anything happens to my daughter again, I'll forget the fact that you'll be a damn Alpha in days to come and kick your ass"

the butler added without looking into his alpha's eyes, glaring daggers at him right this moment. Marcus' jaw clenched tightly in response. Running his fingers through his hair, Hunter arched up his lips into a devious smirk. "Then I guess I should get ready," Hunter said shooting daggers at the back of Alpha Marcus' head. With one last cold look at Hunter then me, Alpha Marcus strode off and out of the house with his butler. Hearing the engines roar to life before fading into the distance, I heaved out a breath and looked at my mate with knitted brows.

A man at on a chair at the far end, I could already tell he was the Alpha they spoke of. We reached him and stopped. “I see you've returned from your island. We still haven't made any progress with finding them, No words from our hunters as well.” He stated. His eyes drifted to me, “And who are you? You don't look like one of them.” “I am Butcher, Varyn Butcher. I was employed by King Dante to find his daughter.”I stated. His eyes widened. “I have not heard of you before. But if the King asks for your help, then you must be really good at your job. Take a seat.”

Even the way he treated her before she was proven guilty. "Is it bad that I'm glad she escaped?" Hunter said sheepishly. The only thing that would make the feeling in the pit of his stomach worse was knowing that she was forced behind bars for something she hadn't done. He knew how much he hated being blamed and punished wrongly. It made him feel a bit better than Katie had escaped the punishment part "Axel," Blaze said, looking up from the paper. "who gave you this picture?" "It was the butler," Axel replied. Yes, he remembered correctly when the butler showed him the ultimate proof against Katie.

The moment she saw the man clearly, her expression changed abruptly. Her reaction made Samuel look at her, shock evident in his eyes. Hunter. The Hunter in the photo looked different from the one at the villa. He appeared much younger. Could this be the real Hunter? Recalling the man at the villa who always kept his head lowered and deliberately suppressed his voice, a chill crept into Natalie’s heart. This so-called butler had been hiding too many secrets. They had met countless times. No wonder he always looked middle-aged despite not actually appearing old.

They instinctively looked down. Then everyone froze. The pink, suggestive interface of "Goddess Hunter" disappeared. It was replaced by a cold black interface that looked like a tombstone. At the center of the screen, the photo of me that had been treated as prey vanished too. In its place was Gary's face, twisted with shock. Under his photo, blood red words slowly appeared. [New game activated, Scumbag Hunter.] [Target: Gary Zachary York.] A cold, emotionless synthetic voice came from everyone's phone at the same time.

"I knew before you found the turnoff. Why do you think the track let you in?" She goes back to the counter like the matter's settled, because to her it is. "I don't care that you worked beside a wolf, boy. I care that you walked in here and built me a fight with one man in it. Lying takes effort. You'll need that effort for better things." "My father..." "Is not in my kitchen. You are." She thumps the dough down. "Gavin Hunter has spent forty years sorting the world into two boxes, and the world has spent forty years not fitting. You've seen it not fit. Last night you watched it climb out of the box and hold the real enemy still so you could cut its head off."