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I tried to smile, but just felt sick. “Rig, don’t worry. We’re all in this now. Even Mack. He was worried when it took you so long to get here last night—don’t let his aggression fool you. He was blowing off tension he’d been carrying. So you don’t have to figure this out on your own. Tell us what to do. We'll do it. Nightly hunts for the Night Walker, fine. What else?” The problem was… I didn’t know. *****

' 'Nop' emphasising the 'p' sound. 'Fine.' I started filling in the paperwork. He could see I was frustrated and clearly acknowledged that he was the reason since I left the fucking deal with him. He suddenly spoke out 'Who’s the black hunter?' 'Why did you kidnap me?' I questioned almost instantly. 'Do you know the black hunter?' 'Who knocked me out?' 'Why did he kill at my club?' Martinez used the pronoun he. The most common mistake has anyone made but nonetheless I continued.

"Mr. Griffin, there's a chasm between me and Mason that can't be crossed. I've tried to mend it, but it's no use. Yes, I do want to end it." "What's that chasm? Is it Ms. Xena Turner?" Kyle asked. "You could say that." Summer wasn't sure if Kyle knew about the child. Since this was a private matter between Mason and Xena, she decided to keep it to herself. "Ms. Hartford, do you know what Mr. Hunt's position in the Hunt family was before he got engaged to Ms. Turner?" Kyle asked as he looked at Summer. He continued, "He was the heir, but everywhere he turned, there were people who wanted him dead. The fact that he survived for so long took immense effort.

It was during the day when the packhouse would have been busy. Thirdly, she was so flippant about murder. That was not the way that someone would speak about it if they only ever did it once. Fourthly, who the fuck was Lauren anyways? Was she alone, or did she have family here? ‘He thinks you’re onto something. He caught a couple snippets of a man kneeling beside her over a mannequin as he taught her techniques. That changed into her kneeling over a body. A few pack names as well – Pinehurst, Albrook, Shadow Creek, Silvern, and Blue Crest.’

I was quick to hire the best investigators money could buy to find him. It took them three days to find him. Might have been less if I had found the patched letter on the floor earlier. Matteo Leone. Pretty boy had a pretty name. He was twenty three years old. There was nothing much on him, except his family and his hidden hobbies. He was bisexual. The folder contained rumors that suggested he was living under his father's thumb. I couldn't fathom how any father could treat their own child like hazardous dirt. So, I had searched for more.

The thought of that wiped the smile clean off my face. “Oh come on, cheer up. You’re gonna do great!” Melissa said, trying to bolster my spirits. She was always good at that and I genuinely appreciated the effort even though it wasn’t working this time. “I hope so Mel. I hope-“ the sound of the horn that announced the beginning of the Hunt stopped me mid sentence. I gasped in shock. “They aren’t supposed to blow it yet. They’re supposed to send people to make sure everyone is at their station” Mel winced. “I think they did hon”

The memory of his words slithered through me, his voice still echoing from that night when he marked me. "Run, little boy, run, because when we find you, we will hunt." "Promised? I have no idea what you’re talking about! I was running from my pack when you found me—they were going to kill me, I swear," he pleaded, but I didn't buy it. Couldn't. I knew his kind too well, knew what they lived for. They loved the thrill of the hunt, and I was just one more piece of prey.

Snow fell heavily and covered the whole city. Mikhail Sergeyev was not just an acquaintance. He was one of the very few men Hunter respected in the underground world. Years ago, Mik had saved Hunter’s life. And recently, he helped him in tracing his woman's whereabouts when she left. Without Mik, Hunter might never have found his family till now. So when a force like Mikhail called with panic in his voice, he knew that things must really have been tight for the man so Hunter didn’t hesitate for even one second. He owed him.

ALPHA TOM POV “Mike, I need you to clean yourself up. If you want to redeem yourself and solve this issue, then you need to eat regularly. You need to sleep every night. Frankie wouldn’t want this for you.” Mike Hill was a complicated man, but he was sharp. He missed nothing. When his mate died shortly after they met, he dove deep into his role as Gamma. That was all he allowed himself to focus on, but then Henrietta arrived at the pack.

the girl said, trying to sound natural. Instead of being happy again, Mr. Hunt looked at Mia intently. "Promise me to always be by his side. Whatever happens next, whatever obstacles try to separate you, don't let go of his hand. Even if I die, my soul will not rest easy knowing that my James is alone. Understand?" After taking a quick breath, Mia gave a small nod. "Understand," she said in a thin voice. The girl was worried that Mr. Hunt would detect her conflicted feelings.