Primal Hunter Book 11 Audiobook Release Date Novels & Stories

I was counting on it. I gave a weird, cackling laugh that sounded way too loud in my dark little closet of an office. He was coming for me. Life just got very, very interesting. Thank God. ***** This book is coming 16 October! Don't forget: I have two other completed Werewolf books here on GN (My Alpha Teacher's Pet, and Hunted by My Alpha) and fourteen other books on other platforms under the names Aimee Lynn and Aimee Lynn-Lane

She promised that she would be there at Hunter's house soon, though. Going back to sleep was much more peaceful now that the Arab prince was aware that his hungry, alone, and mentally exhausted friend wasn't going to be alone. *** Hunter sat in his bed flipping pages of a non-fiction book regarding stock market. He held the book in his wounded and burnt hand. The deep red on his wrist stood out on his otherwise fair arm. The sting seemed to have become bearable since Hunter's face was back to being stoic again. His stomach was rumbling, but after burning his hand, he had no wish to go down and try again. He was trying to distract the pangs of hunger when the sound of an engine cutting down i

in a tone that indicated she knew it wasn't but had decided to protect his feelings, which she'd apparently also gotten from me. Hunter was reading Knox a book about wolves. Not a children's book — an actual naturalist's guide that Hunter had gotten from the library and which I was fairly certain he was only partially reading and was mostly studying the diagrams. Knox was listening with the same focused attention he gave everything that came from Hunter, and Hunter kept pausing to check that Knox was still listening and Knox kept making sounds that confirmed he was. I stood at the counter with my coffee and tried to remember what the mornings had looked like before this.

I could the confusion plastered on his face. I chuckled, "Yup. He gave me a book, told me that lycanthropes do exists and told me that my favorite author, Priam is one." I said, smiling from ear to ear like a fool. "So how did you find out?" he said, "if he only disclose about Priam, how the hell did you find out about me?" he asked, pulling me back, stopping me from walking.

For a brief second, I let myself forget why I was here. Then I took one step forward and I slipped, and then I collided with solid, unyielding muscle. I froze. A strong arm reached around my waist to steady me, and I froze. Slowly, painfully, my gaze lifted. Chase Hunter stood in front of me, shirtless, water trailing down his chest and clinging to his skin like it belonged there. His dark hair was damp, pushed back carelessly, droplets sliding from his jaw to his collarbone. His eyes met mine and his expression darkened instantly. The faint curve of his mouth disappeared, replaced by a look of pure revulsion, hatredl flaring in his frosty grey eyes like a sudden storm.

I am so proud of you, baby. I set the recorder down and reached for the journal. Carson growled and I paused to look at him. “Ah, perfect. Carson’s still here.” I turned towards the door where my guys stood, all holding a gun. Timothy walked in and placed a gun before me. “Want to hunt?” I eagerly nodded, excited to try out the calls. “You have five minutes.” He looked down at his watch. “Starting now.”

I growled. "Oh, it's hilarious!" Grayson slapped his knee. "Hunter Knox Winterfell, the great Alpha Prime who's been hiding in the mountains for eight years, finally meets someone and his wolf goes feral. This is the best news I've heard in years!" "It's not news. It's a problem."

“As was expected. Your kind’s chosen path did not necessarily warrant a written history. Beasts had no use of the past. But times are changing. I realized your pack in the north is embracing a new form of governance. You are evolving out of the bestial lifestyle your ancestors were known for. “I think this is one of the reasons why your pack was chosen to be part of the hunt. The nature elementals saw that you are capable of handling the challenges of holding the power of the royal blood. Which, your friend, Selene seemed to have.” “What are you talking about?” Archibald was still confused. “What hunt?” “Once the presence of the royal blood became known, the hunting season will start. And th

More importantly, can she read mine? If she ever finds out we have met before, and I made her forget me out of fear she could be hurt, she will probably hate me forever. This was a secret I hoped to keep hidden forever. Hoping that she will never know about this, and she can someday accept me for who I am. Tyler Slate, Beta to the Primord's Pack. The oldest, most ruthless pack in all existence. The only known allied tri-pack/ clan of Primord's. Our first existence going back to 5,000 years B.C. allied to the Primord's Lycan pack, and the Primord's clan of vampires.

Paul took a deep breath as if stealing himself before telling me, “ I heard the Beta Nova’s father was Hunter and trained her how to be one herself.” This piece of information made me completely lose my shit. Unable to control my conflicting emotions I jumped out of the open window to go for a run. As it was I needed to hunt and kill something to calm myself. Even Echo was angry at the situation. Once hitting the ground I shifted before running to the woods.