All Chapters of Hunted: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

RONANI saw him everywhere.I couldn’t take a walk through the pack without catching his eyes—whether it was through his office window or while he was out working, I saw him.And now—now he was here.With Riley.Sitting across from my brother while I leaned against the counter, I watched as Marcus spoke, his voice sharp, controlled. “I want you to come hunt down some rogues that have been attacking members in the mountains.” His gaze remained fixed on Silas, dark eyes filled with something that made my muscles tense.The way he looked at him—like he wanted to tear him apart, like he was just waiting for an excuse—set my teeth on edge.Silas, completely unfazed, leaned back in his chair, his legs spread out in that lazy, careless way of his, one arm resting on the table while his other hand propped up his head. “So let me get this straight,” he said, his tone laced with amusement. “You want me to join you on a rogue hunt?”His words were casual, almost dismissive, and I didn’t miss the

RONANThe bastard marked me.A violent shudder wracked through my body, but I wasn’t sure if it was from fear, my heat, or the sick pleasure humming through my veins.Marcus’ eyes were wide, the harsh lines of his face tightening, jaw locked like steel. He stared at me like this was my fucking fault.A hiss slipped from my lips. His hands were still gripping my waist, but I didn’t care—I pressed down, hard, grinding against him. Fuck. I couldn’t help it.The heat. The bond. The way it slithered through my blood, coiling around my ribs, pushing at every nerve—I couldn’t stop myself.I pressed down again.Marcus sucked in a sharp breath, his grip tightening as a shudder ran through both of us.I didn’t want this. Didn’t want him.But the mark burned against my skin, and my body begged for it—screamed for it.“Just do it,” I bit out.His jaw clenched. His eyes flicked downward, dragging over my heavy trousers, taking in the shape of me, the way I was already leaking for him.A muscle tic

### MARCUSIt made my skin itch that Ronan wasn’t going to run with the pack. . And damn it, I knew it shouldn’t bother me, not when I had already made my decision, not when tonight was about marking Riley, about breaking that unwanted mistake of a bond that should never have existed in the first place.But still, it scratched at me, an irritation I couldn’t shake, one that had lingered in the back of my mind for days. Because for the past three days since we came down, I had barely seen him, only catching glimpses when I wasn’t supposed to be looking, only noticing the way my eyes kept drifting toward the window of my office, hoping—fucking hoping—to see him, even if it was just for a second.And the only time I had seen him clearly, really seen him, he had been standing outside my door, watching me, not even trying to hide it, as if the pull between us was too strong to fight.It should have made me angry. Should have made me snap at him, should have had me chasing him away. But ins

RONANI didn’t know how long we had been at it, how many hours had bled into days, but it didn’t stop, not once. The routine had become so familiar, so consuming, that I stopped keeping track of time. When I woke up, we fucked. After breakfast, we fucked. In the shower, against the wall, on the floor—anywhere he wanted me, he took me, and I let him.Three days.Three long days of staying with Marcus, of lying in his bed, of feeling the warmth of his body against mine, of listening to his voice, low, close, whispering things I shouldn’t want to hear. Three days of knowing, without a single doubt, that he had finally come to terms with something we had both seen coming—Riley was no longer his.But I was here.I carried his mark.“I should go,” I muttered, my voice quieter than I meant it to be as I sat on the couch, feeling far too comfortable in his space. “Silas must be worried about me.”Marcus moved beside me, the heat of his body close, and then his fingers found mine, sliding betw

RONANThe smell of blood was thick in the air.My eyes dropped to the body at my feet, then back to Riley, waiting for his reaction.“I killed your brother,” I said. My voice was low and almost shaky. My fingers curled around the bloodied stick before I let it fall beside the corpse with a dull thud. Riley stared down at him, his face unreadable. Blank. Then, after a long breath, he said, “Yeah. He was a shitty brother.”That was it.No anger. No grief. Just that.For a second, I didn’t know what to say. Then I realized—what was there to say?He was right. Liam was a shitty brother. And Silas’ mate.Riley exhaled sharply, shaking himself out of whatever thoughts stayed in his head. Then he turned. “We need to go. Silas and Marcus are running out of time.”At the sound of Marcus’ name, my chest tightened.The thought of him locked up in that tiny space—by them—made my vision blur, anger burning through my veins. I couldn’t think about it.I just started moving.“We have to shift.”Ril