The Hunter Wants To Lay Low Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Oh yeah, what is it " "Well I want to resign from being a hunter " "Oh I see , so why is it that you want to leave " he ask putting his files away then giving me his full attention " I have a mate now and I told him that I would return " I look him in the eyes then looked away fiddling with my thumb "Elizabeth you know the rules hunters don't usually resign unless a critical injury " "Yes I know but I have to return to him please I'll do anything you want me too" he sighed and rubbed his head looking more stressed than the last time I saw him

And I almost heard a champagne bottle pop. This is it! A full throttle retaliation would be served—. But nothing happened. “You!” Charlie exclaimed in surprise and fury. My curious eyes flew open. And I found myself staring at Hunter’s back. Or his black jacket. That broad, muscular stature was covering me entirely so I wouldn’t be seen. I felt relieved. But I was also furious. Hunter Black is the last wolf in the realm I want here. How will I ever be rid of him when he keeps doing this?

“A local drug lord is taking credit for your kill. They’ve already infiltrated the compound and have ousted the old regime.” “Just as long as they don’t take up the trade,” I said, suddenly really tired. “Because once I’m done with this, I’m retiring. No more hunting.” I stated this without thinking but then realized I really meant it. I was done. I no longer had the burning hatred inside me that fueled my profession. I was looking forward to the next chapter in my life. “Really?” Wyatt sounded happy. “I don’t know what to say. I had hoped, of course, but I didn’t know what you would think about me suggesting that.”

The static in my veins, once a familiar storm, now writhes like a caged thing, repelled by the Worldseed's invasive pulse. The Hunter walks ahead, his crow-feather coat frayed at the edges, his grip tight on a revolver reloaded with shards of the Cradle's lightning. He hasn't spoken since we buried Eden. Grief suits him poorly; it makes him reckless. "We should've stayed at the oak," I say, breaking the silence that's grown teeth. He doesn't turn. "That tree's a grave. Graves attract scavengers."

She and the baby now felt safe in his arms so they slept without a care in the world, not worrying about the world. But Hunter had other plans in his mind when he dropped his mate in the car. He released a loud whistle in the forest, the sound echoing in the quiet air for a while. Soon, a group of savage wolves emerged from the trees approaching him at a slow steady pace until they were right in front of him. He threw a certain cloth on the ground, watching them adopt a submissive stance in front of him before he ordered them, “Go and track down the man with this scent. I want you to bring me his body, dead or alive.”

I may have not paid much attention to it but now that I thought about she never really seemed happy in her marriage at all. I stared at the last person I’d ever see, I wasn’t sure if the hunter gave me a. complimentary nod before he leaped ten feet into the air. The classic pounce on the prey execution style and I almost chuckle at the fact that I was that prey. The Hinters growls echo all around and I close my ears, giving in to my fate. His large body blocks out the sunlight and that was it. His teeth clamped down around my head and in an instance I was gone. My body lying limp on the dirt as my blood formed a pool around me.

I raised the rifle and aimed it at Timothy. “Move or I swear to all that is holy, I will shoot you.” He laughed and moved forward until the barrel of the gun pressed into his chest. “Then shoot me, darling, or better yet why don’t you hear us out.” I disengaged the safety and his laughter died. “I just want to hunt and go home. Move.” He ran his fingers over the barrel. “How about a game, beautiful?” My hands loosened on the gun a little. “What game?,” I asked, curiously.

But, does Hunter keep his head down low because he’s scare? No. He’s looking down because he’s watching the march of the ants. “What is the next mistake?” Vincent asked. “The second mistake is that I told to Chocolate that Adam likes Maxine,” Hunter said while watching the ants marching towards Vincent’s feet. He’s worried that if Vincent move, then he might step on the innocent ants. The ants might crawl up onto his feet and bite Vincent. ‘Worst, many ants might die,’ Hunter said in his head, full of concern for his Alpha and the ANTS.

When I open my eyes, I find the room is dark with only a glimpse of light coming from the table lamp. Did I fall asleep? “Her temperature is very low…” someone whispers. The rest of his sentence doesn’t reach my ears. I’m fully awake this time, but I don’t make that known. Not when two shadows are in the room, which means two people that wouldn’t leave. I only need one person with me now—Hunter. If I could be alone with him, I’d do what I have been wanting to do. Take revenge. It’s high time to do so.

“I will provide for you in the way you need. You shall want for nothing. Have the life you wish. But not the husband. For I will not want you like a wife.” I nod. What else can I do? Was this worse than being home? My pack members so clearly thought little enough of me to place me in this sitation to begin with. And the pack here is beautiful, so spending time here may not be a hardship. Perhaps here I could even study… I try to think positively. “Good.” Hunter offers a half smile, almost slyly as he stood from the bed. “Now, I am going out. Do not wait up.”