Hunting Adeline Spicy Chapters List Novels & Stories

I try to get irritated by it, just like my sister, Anna. But for some reason, I can’t. Pulling away from the dark, I make my way up the stairs, into a larger hallway lit up by dim lights. The floors are covered with dark rugs, and my eyes fall on the lettering at the far end of the wall. Blood Ridge Packhouse. Wait, what? This is when the scent hits, raw and imposing. My eyes dart around the space, searching for where it is coming from. It smells like smoke, but oddly like the damp earth. Something settles in the pit of my stomach; something warm and fuzzy.

Chapter One ‎HOT AND HEAVY ‎ ‎It had not rained for weeks!! Last night had felt like I was baking in a sauna and not in a good way. My cooling system had worked so hard, so f*****g hard, that it packed up the day before. My house slowly but surely became outrageously hot, so hot that when I looked down, I could see my n*****s peeking through the thin fabric of my sleeping T-shirt, already damp with sweat, and it wasn't even 9am yet.

How could I possibly look after my pup? I wasn't a qualified mother, nor a qualified mate. I chuckled self-deprecatingly. With a loud slam, the door was shut. I suddenly remembered that Wesley confiscated some Wolfsbane from a traitor in the pack. Apparently, there was no antidote for it. I walked over to the safe and retrieved the Wolfsbane, adding them to a glass of water. Then, I drank it all in one go. My body started to burn. I knew my life had begun its countdown.

Max sat beside me and glided a finger over the sleeve of my jacket absent-mindedly. “Can you tell me about it?” I asked. She pulled her hair away from her neck and offered it to me. “It would be better to show you. I understand you can see memories when you bite someone. Besides, you need to feed, right?” I hesitated, and when I didn’t move, Max quickly nicked her tender skin with her nail, and a small crimson bead appeared before rolling down her beautiful pale neck. The sweet smell of iron and copper filled my nose, and my heightened senses only focused on Max’s pulse.

“You know Alphas are trash. They are bad people.” Adeline tried to open her eyes. She blinked a few times before looking straight at Hazel. “Don’t hesitate to call me, okay?” she raised her fist and said. “If that Alpha did anything bad to you, I’m going to punch him in the face.” Hazel just nodded and did not object at all. “You should stop. You are already drunk.” Hazel insisted. “I’m not!” Adeline exclaimed. “I know what I’m doing!” She took another glass from the table and took it straight in one gulp.

And now… “Wait.” Adeline’s voice cut through my subconscious, and I find myself peering to the outside world for the first time through her eyes. “What is it?” I asked, observing our surroundings with all my senses. “Something’s wrong.” She muttered, glancing in every direction where we stopped in the middle of the forest. Adeline waited, for a moment, and when we finally heard the sound of rustling leaves and snapping branches, our hackles lifted, eyes on full alert as she lowered her mouth to the ground.

He slanted her head further, deepening the kiss. A sudden surge of primitive urge rose in her possessing her to say something that Rhonda had never thought that she was going to utter these words to him but she knew that she could not keep them down any longer. The bile surged up and she caught hold of his neck and made him force to look in her eyes as she spoke,” You take the step of marrying me, you stay with me Oberon Hunter. If you stray, don’t even try to come back to me. That door which you will go away through will be closed and will remain closed.”

IN some way, Adelina felt out of sorts as all the while, Jonathan McCurby hadn't sent a message across to her or even visited. She had bargained for an extravaganza— huge bouquet of flowers, a live band probably and whatever Jonathan deems fitting of the moment as it was typical of him to lavish her with exorbitant gubbins all the time. Although, she was aware that he was out of the state and had only just returned to Chicago yesterday. So, she comforted herself in this as the last reason she could think of was the thought screaming in her head — Jonathan had moved on.

Mariana explained with a heavy sigh. “A hunter bitch left a trap in the old mall the clan lives in? And you said this was over a month ago? She wouldn’t happen to have been an Egyptian bitch?” I asked, my sister, having my full attention. And given that Khalid was in my space, the call had his too. “Exactly. And Adio scumbag.” Mariana snorted. I want to tell her that Adio hunters aren’t all scum, but Khalid seems to be the only exception. I don’t count his sister. She’s a werewolf hybrid, not a hunter.

Sinclair watching us lazily from his seat on the couch, his protruded cock still bobbing as he puffed on his cigar. His eyes met mine and he smirked. Something about how sensual it was made my stomach tickle. He crushed the butt of his cigar on the ashtray, still holding my gaze. He poured whiskey slowly into a glass cup, and my eyes flickered his fingers closed round the glass as he swirled the liquid slowly, and brought it to his lips. When I looked up, his eyes were still holding mine down, black with lust. His gaze flickered down to my breasts, and my stomach kicked when he bit his lips.