All Chapters of Chasing the Huntress: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

It was a moonless sky on the night Lady Ravenwood lay in her bed, riddled with aches and pains from labour. She looked at the heavens and pleaded her child would not be born this night—it was a bad omen, she thought, even more so with everything currently happening. She could feel the child trying to get out of her womb, and she clenched her lower body to prevent the birth. “Has my husband returned yet, Agatha?” Lady Ravenwood called her servant maid. The maid—Agatha, came over to the bed and changed the soiled sheet under her mistress. “I’m afraid not, my lady. I’ll ask William when he comes up. The master should be back soon. Please hold on.” Lady Ravenwood sighed and scrunched the sheets under her fists. Her toes curled from the pain, and sweat poured down her neck and back, soaking the bedsheets. Lady Ravenwood was in hiding and stayed in a safe house outside the city limits. It looked like a small country house, far away from prying eyes. She knew her husband had spared no e

“Evening, gentlemen. The clubs are a little lower on that street. I’m sure they’ll notice all their bouncers took their breaks at the same time.” I snickered. I had said this as a joke, but they looked like bouncers in front of high-end bars and clubs. For some funny reason, the song “I wear my sunglasses at night” by Corey Hart popped into my mind and made me chuckle. I turned to open my car door, but the man behind me pressed his hand on my car’s side, preventing me from following through with my action. This irritated me. “We’re here for Umbridge.” The man’s voice was calm but menacing. I froze. The bouncer-type men could be competition. I mean, Mike was worth a substantial amount. I got him first, so I was not inclined to give him to them. I could see Mike’s once beautiful face through the window. His hair was a mess from my tackle, and he still had gravel stuck on the blood-crusted scratches on his cheek. What surprised me the most were his eyes. They were wide with fear, alm

I returned home after another unsuccessful surveillance. Moe had given me a new target, and I had stalked the man’s usual habits, but he was nowhere in sight. Usually, before moving to the person’s house, I liked to check the less inconspicuous places. If I went directly to their home, they would be wary, and then they could vanish for a couple of days, even entire weeks. I took that as my last resort. It was simpler for me to catch them in public when they least expected it. After all, who would expect a girl bounty hunter? I locked the door behind me and trailed my fingers on the wall until I hit the light switch. “Honey, I’m home!” I called out humorously into the empty apartment. I lived alone in a small bachelor pad. The living room, kitchen, and bedroom were all in one area. My Murphy bed doubled as a library and storage when I folded it up. As for the kitchen, I had a small bar fridge with a few beer cans and some leftover Chinese food in it, but other than that, there was no

I came out of the shower, wrapped a towel around my head, and then patted myself dry. I was going to meet Lukas at a friendly little café downtown. He had offered to pick me up, but I made it my duty not to let anyone know where I lived. I didn’t know who Lukas was, and I didn’t know if he could be trusted. I just knew that he was hot, and I hated how my body responded to him. Why the hell did I even accept his invitation? I didn’t date. I didn’t have the time. Well, that wasn’t true. I had the time, but I just didn’t take it. I had other things to think about. I spent an hour trying on clothes, to the point where I groaned and fell face-first on my bed. I had not gone out with a guy in six years. And I hadn’t dated anyone in ten. The last time I dated someone, dating apps were starting to be popular, but the good old method was meeting people in bars or public spaces, not behind a screen. Which also suited me since I didn’t have a cell phone. Yes, people like me existed in a world

Lukas POV I pushed the exit door and paced outside of Salvatore’s boxing gym. The tightness of my pants made it unbearable to walk. I tried to reposition my growing bulge, but it did nothing to help. Why the fuck did I kiss Max like that? Why didn’t she push me away like I thought she would? When Max left abruptly during our coffee together, I could only think about seeing her again. I had no means of contacting her since the file Jace gave me had almost nothing on her. When we had tailed her from Mortimer’s bail bonds to her house, then to the boxing studio, I thought it would be another simple job. But when I got in and saw her move, how she fought, and how she carried herself, I knew right then and now that she was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. Max was a force of nature. I hadn’t even gone soft with her when we wrangled. She made me work double-time. The elders in my pack had mentioned that hundreds of years ago, werewolves had destined mates. But as time passe