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As they leave, Vynn, Rigor, and Tomas reach us, and Hunter says, his tone malicious, “Return to your quarters. You are not to leave. Not till I’ve found out who is behind this.” "You can't be serious," I stare at him. "You'll just look for any excuse, won’t you?” He just sneers at me, “You're not as smart as you think.” A terrifying doubt flits through my mind but it's too cruel. Even Hunter wouldn't do that. Would he? I can see that Lucas wants to fight but I grab his hand as a study Hunter’s expression. There is no trace of concern with him a for the poisoned pups. All I see in his eyes is a sadistic satisfaction.

“Yep, not only this…Ansh possesses the most powerful power in this whole realm next to you. So he is eligible to challenge you. As you know, Ansh lived as an orphan because his father didn’t care even a bit about his mother. His mother was a common girl and fell in love with the king. So, she was hated by almost all the people in werewolf clan. She felt unsafe there and ran away. She came to our clan and hid her identity.” Rehan explained it to Shama. Shama silently stared at him as she kept listening to whatever he was saying. “When Ansh’s powers started awakening inside him, his father entered his life. Ansh hates his father to the bottom of his heart. He thinks that the cause of her mothe

H was like a little animal, a little animal waiting to be protected by people, even if he did nothing, he would unconsciously soften people's hearts. However, Hunter is different, Hunter's strength is well known, if someone tells him that they want to protect him, it must be a fool's dream, Hunter himself would probably find it very funny, so his vulnerability is more like a jackal, tiger, or leopard casting a spell, as if as long as the other party is deceived by this illusion, he will bite down, biting tightly on the prey's neck. Lena always believed in her intuition, so whenever Hunter showed such vulnerability, she felt uncomfortable and wanted to escape.

to find Sophia in the kitchen, pawing through her purse for cash. “You should trust people by their patterns,” Hunter continued, his hand gentle. “Not their blood. Sophia’s pattern is—she gets scared, she manipulates, she cries, she promises, you help her, she betrays you. Sometimes she lies. Sometimes she steals. And then you feel guilty for months. You can’t keep doing this to yourself.”

Crystal Snow POV I tried my best to show him, love, to show him that for me, he is more important than his money. But it did not work. Hunter was and still is the most hunted man from New York, a billionaire who can have everything and anything at any time. He was forced to marry me, a simple woman just because he needed to look good in papers like a married man and a loving person. I was easy prey because of my red and long hair like fire, my blue sparkling eyes and my slim body. I was just the perfect wife but in reality, for him, I'm nobody.

My retaliation was a public humiliation in front of the entire university that Gary could not simply ignore. The game of humiliation he had carefully planned had turned into a public judgment of him and his lackeys. It broke the last of his restraint and made him go mad. He dropped the civility and stopped testing the waters. That night, the app posted an unprecedented "Ultimate Hunting" Quest. The title was crimson red. [Ultimate Hunting Quest. Capture Sinead alive and take her to the abandoned classroom building in the north.]

“What do you mean no leaving the room? No talking back? And I have to kneel when you say so too?” He scoffed in disbelief. “Who the fuck do you think you are to come up with all this? You can not just decide that my life belongs to you when I never asked you for any of this.” He drew in a sharp breath. “I never asked to be hunted. I never asked to be bought bought you! Or rescued like you think you did!” I turned around. He was still talking. The words he was forming tumbled out of his mouth between broken breaths as the tears that ran down both sides of his face just dripped off his chin and onto his shirt—the same shirt I had set out and left for him that morning.

“I bet Daddy is just as crazy about you, too. Isn’t he, you little Prey Hunter?” “So, about hunting?” Tara laughed. “I already asked the sleuth to bring the town two dozen deer and butcher it for you. Is there anything else?” I hesitated. “Actually, there is. Ummm…. So, my mom bought me some stuff… but I’m nervous…” Tara raised an eyebrow at me. “What kind of stuff?” I blushed. “You told me to get laid…..” Her eyes widened. “Ohhhhh… that kind of stuff.” She glanced at Mona. “You gonna keep an eye on your nephew while I do my best friend thing?”

I smiled gently. “You have a warrior’s body.” I ran my fingers down a particularly ropey scar down her side. “What was this one from?” “Bobby Brown,” she said. “A werewolf that liked to hunt human children. He had a thing for their hearts. He’d barbecue them.” She shuddered with the memory. “He had killed my client’s nephew. Took me a week but I got him. Brought his heart to my client as proof.” She spoke matter of factly, no pride in her voice. She might not be proud of herself, but I was impressed. I had heard of Bobby Brown and had heard of the hunter that got him. I didn’t realize it was her.

He sends the last body hurling toward another group as they charge toward him, scattering them in different directions. Hector, with the fury of the storm and the swiftness of a thunderclap, slit the throats of every rogue as he progresses forward with carefully deliberated steps. Blood spills form crimson arcs in the air, like raindrops in the wilderness, a view of satisfaction and pain. He goes for the throat of a rogue after knocking down the sword from his grip and strangling him in a minute, thanks to his lupine strength. Hunter is dangerous, but weak, owing to the endless search for the artefact, his lack of sufficient food and water, his pupils twinkling, alternating between two colou