روايات وقصص ضمن The One He Claimed Sophie And Hunter

His fangs sank into my scent gland that very night, claiming me beneath the full moon. For four years since, I’ve been his scribe by dawn light, and his whore by moonrise. He trained my body to fit his every hunger, covering me in bite marks, yet never left the Mating Mark that would make me his true mate. Four years later, his confidante from the Central Territories returned. He tore from my heat-soaked sheets without a backward glance, racing to the moon-platform to greet her. I followed, stomach hollow, scent glands throbbing with his phantom claim.

“Good luck. No one knows who The Sovereign really is. They’re a ghost.” Sophia’s voice was firm. “Then we’ll do what we’ve always done. We’ll expose the truth.” --- As the team worked through the night, Sophia received another message. This time, it was a video. The screen showed a man sitting in a dark room, his face obscured. His voice was calm, almost robotic. “You’ve poked the bear, Mrs. Vanderbilt,” he said. “But be careful what you wish for. The Sovereign doesn’t lose. And if you keep pushing, you’ll lose everything.”

I watched as they dragged the body out of the room, then turned to look at the stranger, who was back to putting on his clothes. "Leo," he said, and I shot him a puzzled look. "My name is Leo," he stated, turning to look at me. "Oh, I'm Sophia," I replied. "Now, Sophia, back to my previous question. Are you sure you can handle being with me?" he asked again. I stared at him, unsure of what to say. I wondered what he would do if I said no. Would he kill me so that I wouldn't tell anybody about what I saw there.

“If he really claimed you, you’d smell like him.” “I don’t want to smell like anyone!” “Yet,” my wolf said darkly. “Shut UP,” I snapped in my head. Zia nodded slowly. “Interesting. So, he hasn’t marked you.” “Marked me?!” “Or claimed you.” “CLAIMED—?!” “Oh my God,” I gasped out loud. “I am going to combust.” “Wait…” Zia suddenly said, like she just remembered a very important plot twist. “Oh shoot,” Raina added, her eyes going wide. “We forgot.”

I whispered a silent prayer to the Moon Goddess, asking her to give my mother peace, and for strength, because I knew I couldn’t stay broken for long. When I finally turned to leave, I climbed into the car and looked out the window one last time. That was when I saw him. A man stood at the edge of the woods, draped in a black robe that concealed his face. He carried a black bag, his posture oddly familiar. My heart skipped. There was something about the way he stood, the way his shoulders hunched slightly forward. Recognition hit me like lightning. Alpha Hunt. My father. The man who had abandoned my mother and me to die during the war.

I had heard a lot from those werewolves than I knew about myself. Who was Giles Hunter, and what had he done to make the werewolves hate him so much? John Hunter was my supposed father, and he was a vampire. Did he kill my mother? Was that why I was dumped at the orphanage? Who was my mother? Was she alive? Had she been turned into a vampire too? I found out that Werewolves and vampires existed in one night. If truly the people those werewolves mentioned were my relatives, then I better hang around Oscar for safety, but for how long will he protect me from his kind?

I wouldn’t. He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “That’s what I thought.” His voice carried no triumph, just exhaustion. “You don’t fight back. Not against me. Not against Hunter. Not against him. You just let yourself sink deeper and deeper, like you want to drown.” I opened my mouth, but before I could respond, the door creaked open again. Sophie stepped inside, hesitation flickering in her expression. Her gaze bounced between us, taking in the tension in the air, the anger still thick between me and Luka.

Taken before her time. “You were saying?” Sophia’s quiet voice interrupts my thoughts. “Just be wary of Alpha Hunter,” I warned, not wanting her to be used and discarded like Selene. “He rejected his fated mate based on a false accusation, and she suffered terribly before I rescued her.” “I’m aware,” Sophia whispered. I couldn’t hide my surprised reaction as Sophia continued.

I'm about to stop him and ask him some questions but he stomps away. I get inside and find Sophie exactly where we left her. She's coughing heavily. "Sophie, are you okay?" "I'm... I'm fine," she stutters. "I feel better now." "Who is that doctor? He's not assigned to you. Who the hell is he?" Sophie is shocked I just asked her that. "I think... I think..." "Sophie! Say something!" "I think Tyrone sent one of his men to try and kill me."

I froze, fuck… I wasn’t ready for this conversation, not here, not right now. I knew he already knew I was a Hunter, but I definitely wasn’t ready for him to bring it up. And not like this, so nonchalantly too. I tried to think of literally anything to say, anything to distract from the topic, but there was nothing I could say that would suffice. I was caught, and I knew this conversation could only really go one way. I found myself reaching towards my right thigh, and pulling my dress up enough to reveal my holster with my knife seated safely inside.