Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Wolf Hunter's Mate: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

As he dropped her on the bed, his hands eagerly went for the hem of her dress. Pulling her out of it, he sent it flying across the room, leaving her in her black underwear and bra. Climbing onto the bed with her, he pinned her against the headboard as he reached for her lips. Every time his lips touched hers, it felt as though they were reclaiming what always belonged to them. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt this way, and how much she wanted to feel this. She missed him in more ways than one, and she intended to show it to him. If not her words, perhaps her actions could give him the assurance he wanted. And needed. Burying his fingers in the mane of his head, she pulled him closer to her, deepening the kiss. Jamie took the chance to push his tongue into her mouth, letting her relish the taste of him fully. As she nibbled on his mouth, his hands traversed along her hips, all the way to her back, and eventually up to the strap of her bra. Unhooking it with ease, he slipp

“You’re distracted.” Jamie looked up from the ground to Rafa’s accusing voice. Feigning nonchalance, he kept his gaze steady and said, “What do you want?” “It’s the borders.” He said, pushing a piece of paper toward him. Jamie caught it on the other end of the table and quickly scanned the text on it. “There’s some trouble.” Jamie read through the text with a frown on his face. It was a letter from one of the men posted in the boundary, Nate was his name. He was part of the army that takes care of the security of the nation, ensuring that no rogue wolves or foreign invaders slip through the borders. There have been no active wars in the past few years, thanks to their carefully planned relations with the neighboring packs. However, the letter read that there have been peculiar things happening along the borders now, with various suspicious men caught in groups. Nate wrote that he had managed to capture them along with his partners and held them in a cell. They have been questione

“Your father postponed your ceremony.” Rafa mused from the driver’s seat. Jamie chose to ignore him, looking toward his right. He knew where this conversation was going to head. Rafa had been trying to open some conversation about Emma ever since they started the journey three hours ago. Within another hour, they will soon reach their destination and perhaps Jamie can finally find some peace then. “I suppose all is not well at your private residence.” Rafa said, irking him. “Since when have you become so inquisitive?” Jamie said, passing him a glare. Rafa chortled, “Hit the nail on the head, didn’t I?” He said. “Are you not sure about what to do with the woman?” Jamie scoffed in annoyance, “Mind your bloody business, Rafa!” “I’m only trying to help.” Rafa scolded. “You’ve got to talk to atleast one person about it, Jamie. You’re clearly lost.” “I assure you, Rafa. You’re better off not knowing anything.” “Try me.” He said, “Whatever it is, you know I’m only loyal to you

It was a rather quiet day at Jamie’s private residence. It had only been a day since she last spoke to Jamie but it felt as though she was separated from him for days. In their own way, her sentiments were true. Although they have physically reunited, their souls hardly found any solace in each other’s presence. Emma looked out of her window into the wilderness, her heart longing for her husband. He was miles away from her then but she wished he were with her right now. She didn’t even know when he would be back and when she would next be allowed to speak with him. She had no idea where he was or what he was doing, and that was driving her crazy. She hated being the one to wait, writhing in the anticipation of what would come next. In all those months that she spent away from him, she never felt like this. She felt like he was a part of the past she desperately wanted to forget. But now, he was the future she was looking forward to. He was her light at the end of the tunnel, promis

Emma watched in despondency as her wrists were now being shackled. The heavy metal weighed down her arms and subdued by defeat, Emma ceased fighting back. She watched as the men attached the shackles to the iron bars of the prison cell, ensuring that there was no she could escape using her own might. Suddenly, she felt a stinging pain on her back and she was quick to realize that it was a whip. It was the same man who dragged her down that held the tool, raising it above his head so he struck her once more. Despite the pain, Emma held back her cries. No, she couldn’t give him the satisfaction, not when she knew that her tears would hardly stir any sympathy in that stone of a heart he had. The evil man soon picked up on that and gave her a menacing look that challenged her resolve. His blows became harsher, yet Emma wouldn’t yield. When he was tired from tormenting her, he stepped back, staring at her with incredulity. “You think you’re made of tough shit, huh?” He said, but Emma rema