The One He Claimed Sophie And Hunter Novels & Stories

“You should go find Clara Bailey. The one your captain wants to see will only be her. She lives at the far west end of the military housing compound, a single-unit house. You’ll find her easily.” With that, she took Joanne’s hand and moved to leave. A weak yet steady voice called out from behind her. “Sophie.” The aide sucked in a sharp breath. “Captain Hart, why did you come out yourself?!” Daniel Hart ignored her and walked straight to Sophie. His face was pale, but he forced a gentle smile, reaching out to touch her cheek. “The one I want to see is you, Sophie. What kind of husband, after getting hurt, goes to see another woman instead of his wife? Are you still upset about what happened

I scoffed, adjusting my position in his lap. I resisted smirking as he gulped. Yeah, there’s no hiding his physical reaction as it tried to reach me through his jeans. He better not think he’s getting anywhere. I have zero intentions of sleeping with this Hunter. “Speak. Who hunts you? And why?” I repeated using a more seducing voice as I trailed my finger along his jaw.

He waited for a second but when she didn't make another movement, he sighed and resumed the task of cooling her down. He spent the night talking to her about all the random stuff. He told her how Herone rose to the occasion as a hero and rescued them. When Georgia swung her knife towards him, for a second, he believed that he was going to die. He didn't want to die though. He wanted to live with her. Herone and Harriet had most certainly surprised him. He found out later that Felix was also involved with them. The sun rose on the horizon, spilling its beams all across. He allowed himself to relax only after her fever came down several degrees. He stood up, rolled his shoulders, and repeatedl

Her voice was dripping with disdain. "So, you're my husband's ex? Thank you for refusing to marry him back then. If it weren't for your choice, I'd never have met such a wonderful husband." Sophie didn't respond to Olivia's jab. Instead, she looked at me with a tangled expression, her eyes showing a flicker of desperation. She demanded, "Lucas, is this your way of punishing me? How much did you pay to hire these two actors?" I gently set Miles down and took Olivia's hand. "This is my wife, Olivia."

“And how do you know her?” But then Sophia speaks, firm and certain, like something just clicked into place in her head. “He’s the hunter,” she says, her eyes narrowing, looking at our intruder. “The one Rose told us about. The injured man. He is the one she saw and followed." The guy lifts his head and nods, casual like we’re all just chatting over coffee. “I am,” the guy says, voice even, not too loud. “Sorry for what happened. But just so you know, I would never want anything to happen to that little girl… in fact, any little kids. Yours or ours.”

My voice trembled, “But what if it's too late? Colter is dead, Abigail. He is dead! What if the same fate has befallen Sophie?” Abigail squeezed my hands, “We can't jump to conclusions just yet. Colter's death is still under investigation, and until we have more information, we can't assume the worst. We need to focus on finding Sophie. Rowan and Hunter will help us, and we'll leave no stone unturned until we have answers.” Just as Abigail finishes speaking, the front door burst open, and Hunter stormed into the room with Robert and Rafael following closely behind him. Robert was Sophia’s real father. We shared a great bond and shared more than a cordial relationship for the sake of Sophie.

It was serious now, the easy steadiness replaced by something that looked like genuine grief for a story that wasn't even his own. "They ended up at the same college," he said. "Xavier may have had his parent’s money backing him, but Sophia earned a full scholarship. Things seemed fine at first. And then one night, Sophia went to his dorm room." I didn't say anything, but something in the air of the apartment had changed. Even the city outside seemed quieter somehow. I held my breath, knowing that whatever came after…was going to change everything. "She found him with two women," Hunter said, voice suddenly harsh. "Not one but two women, in his room, having sex."

But before we could take more than a step, Patrick's voice stopped us. "Ask him about Sophia, Celine. Ask him what happened to the woman who trusted him before you did." The name hit Hunter like a physical blow. I felt him stumble slightly, his grip on my arm tightening almost painfully. "Who's Sophia?" I asked, even though part of me didn't want to know the answer. Hunter's eyes closed briefly, and when he opened them, I saw something that looked like defeat. "She was..." He started, then stopped, running his free hand through his hair. "She was someone I cared about. A long time ago."

Alpha Jones passed his judgment. ******************* Sophie came into the throne room. She was still unsure of what she was coming to meet. Someone who claimed to know her in her previous home. That was what she was told. She met a young man held at the waist by a guard in front of Alpha Jones. She quickly went to take her seat. "Who is this?" Alpha Jones asked the man standing in front of him while pointing to Sophie. "Sophie, the healing wolf" the man replied confidently. "Do you recognize him?" Alpha Jones asked Sophie quietly.

Sophie coughed as the smoke hit her, stepping back a few paces with a furrowed brow. Hunter casually sat on the couch, carelessly crossing his legs. He looked Sophie up and down. "Did you call me over to rekindle something?" Peering at Hunter disdainfully, Sophie wondered how she could have such bad taste in the past. She got straight to the point. "I'm pregnant with your child." "What?" Hunter's dark eyes widened, and he stopped smoking. He suddenly coughed as he stared at Sophie, both surprised and excited. "It's mine? You're not lying to me?"