The One He Claimed Sophie And Hunter Novels & Stories

"Tonight was meant to be an anniversary. But four years is long enough to realize when a mistake has been made. I am officially announcing my intention to divorce Evelyn Hart, effective immediately." A collective gasp rippled through the room as I felt the air leave my lungs. I looked at Beatrice, who was smiling into her wine glass, then I looked back at Daniel, searching for some sign of a joke, but there was nothing but ice. "Sophie Lane is the woman who holds my heart," he continued, glancing down at the blonde woman with a warmth he had never once shown me. "And I will no longer live a lie for the sake of a contract."

"Ah!" Sophie let out a performative cry, then slowly and deliberately collapsed onto the ground. "Help me up. My leg injury is acting up again." Hayden immediately turned back. Sophie insisted that he carry her. He laughed and scolded her for being dramatic, but he still obediently crouched down. I let out a cold sneer and turned away. I found a spot where I couldn't hear their voices and sat down. I didn't know how much time had passed until someone yelled, "The meteor shower is about to start!"

As Nichole was about to take off her shoes, he dropped her stuff on the table, held her tightly to his chest, and whispered, “You are mine.” “Yes. Now and always,” Nichole reassured him but he was still scared. “How did he know that we are getting married?” He asked. “It is obvious. But it baffles me that the chef could be so stupid.” “People can't be trusted.” “You are right.” He wanted to be certain that she did not have any interest in Mr. Harry and he asked her with a wavering voice, “Would I have lost you to him if I was a bit late?”

‎I felt the silver blade as it cut through my bonds. ‎I looked up in confusion. ‎"What?" I suddenly found the strength to speak. ‎What was he doing? ‎He crouched down. ‎"Shush. The hunters are nearby. If you make noise, they'll hear you." ‎I was confused but I nodded my head. I stared at him intently. ‎He had a strong jaw and a criminally handsome face. But there was no doubt he was a human. That also meant he was a hunter.

It was the kind of smile a wolf gave before it tore out your throat. “Tell me, Sophie,” he murmured, stepping closer, his voice a velvet threat, “do you really think I didn’t know?” The air left my lungs. He knew. And he’d let me believe… Damien’s hand closed over mine, the USB drive digging into my palm. “The question is,” he said softly, “what are you going to do about it?” The clock ticked. The city hummed. And in the silence between us, the game shifted.

Then I’d take his eyes, his time, his comfort—everything. He didn’t know it yet, but stepping onto this campus was a contract sealed in blood and breath. He came here for a future. Too bad I was his end. --- The night pressed in as I stepped into the hallway, just to catch his scent again. His door was cracked open. The light from his room spilled into the corridor like an invitation. I stood in the shadows and whispered to no one, "Mine." His ears twitched. He felt me. Good. Let the hunt begin.

Timothy was the last to arrive, looking disheveled with his clothes torn and blood all over him. I jumped up to hurry over to him. I checked him out to make sure he wasn’t injured as he tried to reassure me that he was alright. When I was satisfied that he was, I took a step back, crossing my arms over my chest and glaring at him. He held his hands up. “I had to go into the forest to hunt. I managed to get a deer and was going back to get another when Carson showed up. He ran me off and started killing the deer.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “To be fair, I knew better.”

If we were meeting again, then things would have to go in reverse, and if we were mates like my sister (my wolf) was saying, then I would have to mark him. Once again, that's if he wanted to be claimed or even recognize us as his mate. But wasn't that a weird thing altogether? I get rejected after the most fearsome alpha finds out I'm not a virgin and I'm used goods, only to run into the rogue that took my virginity years back under dangerous circumstances. Wasn't that a little too coincidental, even for red moon night? "I'm not a rogue," I heard a very distinct deep voice in my head, that definitely didn't belong to me, nor Sister. And that could only mean one thing which I should have expe

Jamie asked. "Because he never stopped looking. Never stopped obsessing. He showed up at my apartment with photos of my family. My little sister. My parents." Sophie's voice broke. "He said if I didn't help him, they'd disappear. One by one. Until I had no one left." "Help him do what?" Torres demanded. "Set up the women. The ones who disappeared." Sophie lowered the gun slightly. "He'd pick them. Girls who looked like Lilith. Girls who rejected him. And I'd befriend them. Gain their trust. Lead them somewhere isolated where Chen could grab them."

Derek put his arm around me protectively, and we walked out into the cool night air. The man followed us, and as we turned a corner, he stepped out of the shadows, blocking our path. "Hello, Hunter," he said, his voice cold and menacing. I tensed, ready for a fight. "What do you want?" I demanded, my hand instinctively reaching for the stake hidden in my jacket. "I want to know what you're doing with the vampire," the man sneered, his eyes flickering to Derek. I took a deep breath and decided to play it cool. "Oh, Derek? He's not a vampire. We're just on a date," I said with a small smile, hoping my acting skills were convincing enough.