Owen Hunt And Cristina Yang Novels & Stories

“I, Ciara Joy Callaway, of the Crystal Lake, reject you, Alpha King, Owen Mars Drake of the Blue Eclipse, as my goddess-given mate.” Owen clutched his chest and doubled over, but Hunter and Theo caught him in time to prevent him from falling. Theo can visibly see something is wrong with me but doesn’t understand what is happening. “My King, we gotta go now. We got word people are panicking back home. They need to see you are alive and well.” Hunter grips on to Owen tightly.

The realisation gave me no pleasure, only deep sadness for the rift between two who had once been closer than sisters. "Then if Kristy spoke true, we may be able to track down Owen using her information," I mused. Owen, the rogue wolf who had helped abduct me on River's behalf. He was the one loose end that could potentially unravel the rest of this tangled web. "What does Jayden say to this?"

Selena’s fight-or-flight instinct kicked in and she chose flight. “Damn it, he was not alone.” A man with a deep voice said, taking out his fangs from the gushing body of Ethan, but despite not being hungry, the creature knew it could not let Selena leave. It did not enjoy its meal because Ethan had the most common blood group in the world and that was their equivalent of a flat cola. This had quickly turned into a horrid evening, one of the most traumatic events for Selena but it was about to get worse. “Hey… You shouldn’t be doing that,” A voice said, it had the same bass as the one that had just killed but it was a lot more authoritative.

Brian Hernandez is the son of her stepfather's brother, Tito Jonas Erick Hernandez. Brian had just been advised by Cristine not to disclose anything about her license to anyone. She drove herself to school and parked her car in the lot. Cristine was hoping no one was observing her. She doesn't want to be in the spotlight. Having your own car will undoubtedly put you in the spotlight. Cristine had only just gotten out of her car when she heard pained groaning. She investigates the source of the noise, which she discovers to be an abandoned building. It isn't completely abandoned, but it hasn't been utilized in years.

“I heard you’re from the Jean family’s ninth branch, Ms. Xynthia! “I’m from the Hunt family! Judging from this, we must be closer than we thought!” Kylan Hunt squinted with a bright smile. He pointed out his immense identity and emphasized the massive difference between their statuses. He was planning to conquer Xynthia Zimmer both in body and soul. His eyes lit up when he smiled. Even his breathing started to feel a lot heavier then. If this were any other occasion, he would have already forced himself onto Xynthia.

"It's you, Old Hunt!" Owen's expression darkened when he caught sight of Francis. "Old Durkan, you came from a prestigious family, after all, but I can't believe you're willing to bully a foreigner just to get your hands on a piece of treasure! Are you Durkans so shameless as to commit daylight robbery like this?" Francis snarled as he and the rest of the Hunts finally reached Leon and Quinton's side. "I-" the color drained from Owen's face, but he had nothing to say to that.

My stomach dropped. "What?" He nodded. "I hired investigators to find you after you dared to run from me that morning. It took them a week to find you." Something was slamming hard against my rib cage in a really violent way. I knew what it was. My heart. "I found out who you were—Matteo Leone, a twenty three year old bisexual man, living in your father's house like a prisoner." He leaned forward slightly. "I learned everything about you—your urm... useless family, and your situation within hours of funding you."

His pheromones spiked, and it was chaotic, guilty, and restless. He looked away, his pulse racing. "Maybe... Maybe that man was without a choice." "Without a choice? That doesn't make it OK to hunt his own kind!" Desperate to change the subject, Austin blurted out, "Did you find out who did it?" Tabitha shook her head with a self-mocking laugh. "I hear that he was an agent from some international hit squad. A ghost in the shadows. How am I supposed to find someone like that?"

"You've been seen with her. Multiple times." The words hung in the air like a challenge. Greyson felt his jaw tighten. "I wasn't aware I needed permission to have coffee with someone." "You don't," Owen replied smoothly. "But you do need to consider the implications. The Hunters aren't just anyone, Greyson. Logan Hunter and I have a... complicated history." Meagan looked up from her tablet, suddenly interested. "What kind of history?" Owen's smile was sharp. "The kind that makes mixing business with pleasure particularly unwise."

If she indeed was the one who had been involved with a married Miguel Fernandez years ago, he might stand a chance. Hunter, on the other hand, stood ready to defend Christine from any verbal onslaught. He didn't know if the rumors were true, nor did he care. A part of him fervently hoped these were just audacious lies; he had to admit that to himself. Hunter's grip around Christine's waist remained unwavering, a barricade in the face of whispered speculation. However, a sudden realization pricked his conscience, shadowing his judgment. To the world's observing eyes, he was still a man bound in matrimony. His protective hold could inadvertently tarnish her reputation further. Acknowledging th