Milf Hunting In Another World Novels & Stories

When he pounced on her from behind a boulder, the two of them rolled across the snow-covered ground, yipping and growling playfully in mock-attack. He let her hold him down, belly exposed, while she nipped at his throat before licking his face, whining softly. She released him to slide on her belly, showing her submission to her alpha mate. But when he straddled her, I honored his wish to give him the privacy he asked for. *** Miles’s panicked howl brought me back. ‘What the hell?! Miles, what is it?’ ‘Hunters!’ he growled. ‘Shooting at us!’

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Aiming the gun at one of the men, I pulled the trigger, the recoil slamming into my shoulder, causing me to stumble backwards, but my vision was locked onto my target and I watched him fall to the ground holding onto his thigh. With him on the floor, I watched as Aiden ripped the other two from his bloodied body and completed his transition into a werewolf, then sank his teeth into the other two hunters, ending their lives swiftly. “You fucking bitch,” I heard Dan’s voice but I didn’t see him. Instead, I felt the barrel of a gun pushing against the back of my head. “Drop the gun, Millie,” He ordered.

Mass chaos surrounded them. Alonso's men were falling to the ground one by one as Hunter glanced at his mom. She was surrounded by Draken's men in a protective shield. Hunter charged into the woods where he saw Silvia and when he got there, there was nothing. Not even her faint scent but he wasn't stupid or hallucinating. He was damn sure it was Silvia. He shifted back and wore the sweats that one of Draken's men handed him. Glaring all around he walked over to his mother while his claws disappeared along with his canines.

Both Ciel and Dante just nodded in agreement. “So,tell me Lucifer about Mila’s new temp amante.” Dante asked the italian word rolled off his tongue, and he sipped his drink. I could see how serious he was about this and knowing Dante he was very unpredictable. No one knows what he would do to Elias, not like I would care. “Well He’s a werewolf, an Alpha king to be exact and they soul bonded.”

Growling, I trailed the scent until I found myself in a desolate forest park nestled within the bustling City. The air was filled with distant shouts and cries, urging me to quicken my pace. As I reached the scene, I realized that I had arrived a tad too late. There, on the ground, lay my brother Timothy, his life force seeping out in a pool of crimson. And before me stood Solenn, a menacing figure threatening the life of Etizia. Without a moment's hesitation, I sprinted towards them. With a swift motion, I plunged my claws into Solenn's chest, preventing her from inflicting any harm upon my mate.

Confidence turned to trembling uncertainty after absorbing the message. The sudden shift caught my attention. "Is everything okay?" I inquired. "Yes," she abruptly answered. "Anyway, there's evil amongst us because I just discovered that my parents weren't just working on anything. They were working on another abominable world that has meticulously hidden within ours." "What do you?" A waitress came by and cleared out our table. "There are different worlds away from ours which is the primary one we know of. Predominantly, one of them has been thriving for years and belongs to shifters of all kinds but the most popular are wolves."

This feeling is a welcome change to the misery I’ve been wallowing in. Camila is gone ... I can’t change that. Not yet. But I can make the world a safer place in my own way for her and my baby. Mila ducks low, spotting something I don’t. In a blur of motion, she sprints to the right. I don’t see the guard in the shadows of a dumpster until she has him at her feet. There’s just enough visibility for me to watch her grip his hair, yank his head back, then slit his throat. She doesn’t glance back at the dead man when she’s finished. He doesn’t matter anymore.

She’d been through enough and what she needed was rest, not probing from a stranger or interrogative questions coming from a man she didn’t even know. Men did this to her. Fingers reached around the loaded double barrel, sitting beside the couch. I huffed in silent fury... issuing a silent promise as I gripped my gun. So, there were werewolves… people that shifted out in the thick of the forest. Is that what I was only now realizing? Were there unicorns too? I snickered stupidly to myself. My thoughts trailed back to her eyes. Those startling lilac eyes. I pictured her face as sleep took hold. An odd sensation rumbled in my chest, a warmth I hadn't felt in a long time.

Seeing Taken souls were Lillith’s thing. I sighed to myself, wishing there was some point to this place. I walked a mute world filled with reflections of the living and whole, a world that was as pretty as it was useless. Lills on the other hand... She saw the dead and the taken, and they weren't reflections of people like they were for me, they were real, solid, she could hear their every word and scream.