Let Him Chase You Novels & Stories

She scanned the crowd, searching for Elisa or Elijah, hoping to find solace in their company. Meanwhile, outside the palace walls, Ryker disappeared into the night, his footsteps blending with the shadows. His destination remained unknown, but his intentions seemed increasingly sinister. * Shadow Pack Rated 18+ Ryker's car disappeared into the night, halting before a decrepit mansion. He scanned the surroundings, ensuring solitude. With a deep breath, he stepped out and approached the entrance. A knock on the door, and it creaked open. A tattered old woman stood before him, her eyes glinting with mischief.

“Got you.” Liam’s eyes widened slightly. “You traced him?” “Not directly,” she said. “But close enough. He’ll feel me in his network now. He’ll know I’m watching.” Sebastian chuckled under his breath, the sound low, rough. “You’re terrifying.” “Good,” Evelyn replied. “Let him be afraid. It’s about time he learned what that feels like.”

"In that case, I won't wait for him. I'll send you to hell right now!" With that, Chase stepped forward, closing in on his prey.

She didn’t mince her words at all. The tyres of the Porsche were screeching and smoke appeared on the tarred road as she disappeared. She was done with him. Shane, who witnessed the whole scene playing in front of his eyes, felt a little bit embarrassed. If he knew that this was going to happe, he wouldn't even have bothered stepping in to save the two of them. He felt like he did more harm to good.

I take off running, giggling as I flee from his pursuit. "Don't come close to me," I squeal, glancing over my shoulder occasionally to gauge his progress. "Oh, mate, don't let me catch you," Nickolas whispers menacingly in my mind, sending a delicious shiver down my spine. His words, dripping with sensuality, set my blood on fire. "You can try, but I doubt you will," I taunt him, pushing myself to run faster, exhilarated by the thrill of the chase.

“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.”

I couldn't even hide the sudden jealousy in my voice over a man I was busy rejecting. “Doing what?” “Visiting clubs, seeing other women.” Something dangerous flickered across his eyes, his gaze weirdly wanting me to eat back my words. “If a certain woman won't let me take care of her, then yes, I will resume doing that.” A shiver rippled through me. “So you're saying you're waiting for me?” “Obviously.” My head wanted to burst. I had never been aggressively chased in my life. There was never even a possibility in this world that it would be him. I've hated him for years. How can he show up like this now?

Chase refused to show his face. I texted him to stop lurking and come out already. He only laughed it off, said he wasn't going to do that, that the whole fun was in the mystery, and told me to just go home. I climbed into Nicholas's passenger seat, and the back-and-forth rolled on the whole drive. Chase made himself my LA guide, starting with a whole field manual on spotting the fuckboys out here, the gait, the lean, the way they materialize the moment a new girl lands.

“We’ll catch him in the act.” Dalton raised a brow. “How? We can't openly chase him. That’ll tip him off.” A plan bloomed in my mind slow at first, then quick and sharp. “We won’t chase him,” I said. “We’ll shadow him. And when he moves to strike, we’ll be the blade waiting in the dark.” Dalton blinked. “You have a plan?” “I will,” I said, rising to my feet. “But I need you to trust me.”

I want to lick that camera. I grin at the moron, pull my wrist out of his hold and place a finger over my lips to keep him silent. I don’t need a partner in crime; for all I care, he can run. He should remember that I will catch and kill him later, but he can run. The hunt is so much more fun if a chase is involved. His face pales as he steps back, and I stride towards the camera. I can see it following my movements as the small lenses inside it move along me.