All Chapters of Hunted: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

SILASFuck. Fuck. Fuck.The word echoed in my mind, over and over, but it didn’t do a damn thing to stop the chaos unraveling in front of me. The look in Riley’s eyes—raw, gutted, betrayed—stopped my heart cold. No matter how much I called his name, no matter how desperate my voice sounded, he wouldn’t answer. Not even a twitch. Not a flinch. Just that dead, haunted stare drilling straight through me.“Oh, he didn’t know?” Liam’s voice was too loud, mocking, like this was all a game. To him, it probably was.But I didn’t have time to bite back because a rough hand grabbed my chin, yanking my head forward. I clenched my jaw, glaring at him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing me flinch.“You’re the son of the people who killed her.” His voice was low, venomous, and though I already knew what he meant, I didn’t give him the courtesy of a reply. Silence was the only defense I had left.Liam’s hand shifted to my neck, squeezing, cutting off my air. Sparks exploded across the s

SILASI woke to the cold bite of steel under me, the air smelling faintly of antiseptic. My chest heaved as I blinked against the glare of fluorescent lights, my muscles twitching when I realized I was stripped to nothing but my briefs and heavy cuffs dug into my wrists and ankles. I jerked hard, the sound of metal clanging around me, but it was useless. The restraints didn’t budge. “Jade,” I growled the second I saw her. She stepped into view—her lab coat pristine, her hair pulled into that high ponytail I’d seen a thousand times before. Only this time, the woman wearing it felt like a stranger. I scanned the room again, my heart thundering in my chest. “Where’s Marcus?” My voice was rough, loud, but under it all was something else. Panic. Her lips twitched, amusement dancing at the edges of her tight face. “Don’t worry,” she said, her voice calm. “He’s getting the same treatment as you.”“Why are you doing this? What the hell happened to you?” I asked, watching as she pulled a s

SILASThe blood wouldn’t stop. It spilled in sluggish streams from his nose, painting the floor beneath him. My hands twitched uselessly at my sides, and every breath felt like it lodged somewhere between my chest and throat.“What did you do to him?” My voice broke. A tremor. A failure. I couldn’t stop the way it shook, couldn’t mask the growing panic clawing up my throat.Her gun didn’t drop as she smiled. “He’s been given a high dose of silver,” she said, casually tossing a syringe into the air, catching it like a toy. “If you so much as breathe wrong, he’s dead. You’re dead. Everyone here is fucking dead.”My hand twitched toward him, but she raised the gun higher.Riley didn’t move.He didn’t even flinch.The tears came before I could stop them, hot streaks burning down my face. I blinked hard, but it was pointless—they kept coming, blurring my vision as I stared at him.“Don’t do this,” I whispered. It was for her. For me. For him.She stepped over Riley like he was trash, her b

SILASThe room felt colder than it should have.Riley sat across from me, holding his mug like it was his lifeline. He’d insisted on making hot chocolate himself, but neither of us had touched it. His sat cradled in his hands, the steam curling upward before disappearing into the tense silence between us. Mine was untouched on the table, the warmth already fading.He hadn’t looked at me once since we sat down. His shoulders were tight, his lips pressed together like he was holding in everything he wanted to say. The seconds stretched too long, each one pulling tighter at the knot in my chest until I couldn’t breathe.When he finally spoke, his voice was quiet, careful, like it might shatter. “I don’t even know where to start.”“Just start.” I leaned forward, my heart pounding hard enough to make my head ache. My elbows rested on my knees, hands clasped together, fingers curling into my palms. I needed something to hold on to. Something to stop me from breaking apart. “Whatever it is,

This is a side story for Marcus and RonanMARCUSThe first time I saw him, I was slumped against the cold steel of my cage, staring at the damn door that hissed open like a taunt—like it knew none of us were ever getting out.They dragged him in, his body limp, nothing but skin and bone, but his eyes—those sharp blue eyes—were locked in a glare, burning as they scanned the room before landing on me.I met his stare and held it.I should’ve looked away. Should’ve ignored him like I did the others they tossed in here. But something about him—about the way he refused to break, even when his body was betraying him—unsettled me.I fucking hated it.He looked like trouble, but maybe trouble was what we needed to get the hell out of here.I exhaled sharply, pushing that thought aside.Riley.My mate.I still wasn’t sure how the fuck I ended up here. How long it had been. Days? Months? But I knew who had betrayed me.Liam. My beta.I could still feel the blade piercing my chest, the searing p