Mike Hunt Novels & Stories

Mike must admit that working with Kayden Hunt had not been a jolly ride, but after treating the man as his friend and leader for such a long time and knowing the man had turned out this way because he was raised like an outcast in his own family, Mike couldn't help but sympathize with Kayden. Kayden had a way of caring for the people around him and ensuring their safety, and Mike was one hundred percent sure that he was the highest-paying boss out there. Mike was an ex-convict himself, and he knew how difficult it was for people like himself to land a job, a well-paying job for that matter, but Kayden had wholeheartedly given him his trust and had told him most of his darkest secrets. Mike j

I doubt any of us would wish to know the outcome. “You did,” Miles argued, sitting on Mitch's desk. “What did the hunter want from you? Any lead?” I questioned, looking towards Mike, who hadn't said a word since he stepped into the room. He sighed at the question, walking over to his chair. I watched him, waiting for an answer the others didn't provide since I asked Mike, not them.

“Whatever it is, I think it is time we find out. I don’t want to be a sitting duck for Vex.” Duncan mind linked Mike to meet them outside the swamp off Sampson’s road in thirty minutes. Mike was the strongest warrior they had. Built like a tank, Mike showed no mercy against their enemies. He was also adept at torture. His viciousness a contradiction difficult to get your mind around while watching his gentle and loving interactions with his two daughters. It was reminiscent of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. Whenever they needed information from someone, his talent was unmatched. Duncan’s POV

Just when I have already given up on trusting people, here comes Mike, lighting up the candle of hope inside me. I let my tears fall. My hope grew as I reread Mike’s neat handwriting. John was a tracker- the best in my father’s security details. He’s the guy you send to hunt wolf hunters who came close to finding out Embercrest’s whereabouts. He knew the woods like the back of his hand. Wiping my tears, I rose from my resting spot, freezing at the sound of twigs breaking. I listened closely, ignoring my pounding heart as I leaned against the tree trunk. The quiet wind carried the sound of calculated footsteps.

Mike curses under his breath, “Yeah, Nikki is my baby sister. I wasn’t supposed to say anything.” The car goes quiet again, one piece of shocking news and I think my head is going to explode. “How did we not see that?” Charles questions. “Did you tell her everything we spoke about?” Damien asks. Mike shakes his head, “I’m not a gossip girl.” “Are you even a chauffeur?” “Yes and no, I run a major security company for the elite called Hawks, chauffeuring is just part of the many things we do,” Mike explains. “Wow,” is all I can say.

After a few minutes, I plunge into her one final time, letting my cock pulse inside her with my release. “Clean yourself up and then be waiting on the bed for me when I return.” She just nods. I redress and head to my study. When I enter, I seem him sitting in front of my desk, he looks nervous and I can smell the fear on him. He’s not even trying to hide it. “Well… how close is the lead hunter to death?” “Sir, I’ve come to learn he been stored… completely.” What? Restored? How can this be. I have worked too long for this plan to fail.

His eyes were squeezed shut, his breathing rapid as he curled in on himself. “Damn it.” A tiny blue light flashed across the communicator. I froze. Then another blink. Signal. I yanked up my wrist and tapped it. Static bursts through the speaker. “Can... hear...?” “Yes!” I nearly shouted. “Yes, I can hear you!” The interference crackled for another second before a composed female voice came through. “Molly here, how can I help you?” Relief crashed over me. “This is Crown Prince Theodore Eamon of Avindel. Authorization code AE-1174. Connect me to the military command immediately.”

It was me who was the darkness in her life. Regret grappled my soul as soon as she was gone from the soon. The pack member miraculously healed faster than normal. It was the stupidity of mine to believe everyone except her. I sipped my wine absentmindedly as I watched over the trading list. Luke, my cousin walked over to me, a dead deer hanging over his shoulders. He had a habit of hunting like a human. He didn't stay in our pack house as the distant packs were assigned under his care.

Her wolf stirred, claws itching to break free. “They’re getting closer every week,” Mike continued, his broad shoulders hunching slightly, a mountain worn by time. “Two scouts, maybe three. Lila tracked their scent to the ridge, but they slipped away.” He paused, letting the weight settle, his gaze sweeping the crowd. “We can’t let them think we’re weak.”

No matter what, Michael wouldn’t be lasting much longer. The moment I got into my car, I called someone that worked for me, the person who handled all my dirty jobs. His name was Hunter and I met him during my time as a boxer. He was once a special forces soldier but he got dishonorably discharged. He worked as a mercenary for a bit and then quit due to its high risk. His name was Hunter. “You never call me for fun,” he muttered the moment he picked up the call. “I need your help. There is someone I need to get rid of,” I replied.