Come for Me (The Hunt, #2)

by C.J. Sweet

My wolf snarls, and I quickly rein her back in. Now’s not the time to be territorial.

Now I see why I can never hear him when he sneaks up behind me. Cat-like bastard.

With my hands up in a fake surrender, I give him the cheesiest smile I can muster—or as my men know it, the I’m-going-to-enjoy-killing-you-later smile. He’ll be the first one I kill.

Olivia also forgot secret option C, showing she doesn’t know me at all: Kill her, leave here with Alaina as my mate, and Caleb continues to rule mateless and ugly.

Too bad she harmed my mate. Now I have to kill her.

Her soul belongs to me, and the devil always comes to collect. We’ll rule hell together.

I will watch this whole world burn at my hand before I have to bear living in one in her absence. There is and will be no life without her.

“Why a scar? I thought I’d be healed?” “A scar is a form of healing. It’s not always the prettiest, and it’ll always be there, but it won’t bleed anymore.”

“I’m not a selfless man, Alaina. Don’t think I’ll ever want you to move on even in my absence . . . You’re mine in death just as much as you are in life. I will always come for you in this life and the next. Haunting and possessing you for the rest of eternity.”