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Destined for the Lycan Prince HUNTER

Chapter 4 Stranded(Part 2)

Word Count: 1033    |    Released on: 16/05/2024

the molten heat of Hunter's predatory stare. Squaring my sh

w masculinity he exuded, I wasn't about to lose my head so easily. I'd always prided myself on

ed my earlier words to Hunter

trying to project. The weight of his stare appraised me as if I were a fascinating new species o

rcurrent I couldn't quite read. Was it mutual intrigue? Thinly veiled hostility? Some p

off. Hunter's expression hardened again as he turned back toward the windsh

t yet strangely invigorated too. What was it about Hunter Westbrook that

the uncomfortable silence. "Listen up, folks. I just got word that no tow truck

d. "We ain't got no other choice but to ride it out here 'til the worst of th

oss the aisle. "We're going to be trapped here al

er said gruffly. "But unless any of y'all want to test your lu

of rain pounding against the bus in wind-whipped sheets. The hair on the back o

again. Against my better judgment, some intense gravitational pull dragged my gaze

me with unmistakable intent. A hint of something feral sharpened

om the inside out despite the chill of the storm. Hunter's powerful body was practic

seeking part of me...wante

n't even recognize myself anymore because of how easily

wander any farther down that dangerous path, I tried re

of control. Our circumstances were bad enough without me getting lost in some weird, inappropri

and taunting like liquid velvet caressing m

ception of his? Swallowing hard, I risked another glance at him to fin

g through my head just from looking at him. And worst of all, he seemed to be relishing

cross the back of the seat in a blatant display of unadulterated male dominance

irst from the outrageous tension. Gathering myself,

ough...I can't help wondering what it'll be like spending the

nt of the elephant in the room - the pure, unapologetic heat simmering be

into a gravelly baritone that had sparks dancing across my skin.

wing there'd be no mistaking his clear insinuation. Something

ght into the heart of that raging, primal undertow with this fascinating

ld soon be swept away for good once I saw the fu

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