Mates of a Werewolf Hunter

Chapter 32 On the Verge of Freedom

Valentine Winters P.O.V

"W-wrong number." I stammered, my voice quivering as I tried to mask the panic rising within me.

Lucifer's eyes narrowed as he took a couple of steps closer. "Really?" he asked, his amusement barely contained. "Why are you in tears if it was just a wrong number?"

His gaze bore into me, his patience wearing thin. I remained silent, my trembling body betraying my fear.

"Hmmm?" he prodded; his frustration palpable.

"I want the truth!" he roared, leaning in close enough for his breath to warm my skin.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to muster the courage to speak. "M-my f-father." I finally admitted, my voice breaking.

Lucifer's expression shifted, disappointment and betrayal etched into his features. His lips formed a tight line, and his eyes revealed a storm of conflicting emotions. "After everything I've sacrificed for you, this is how you repay me?" His voice was a mixture of anger and hurt.

I chose silence as my shield, the only refuge I felt I had. The room was thick with tension, each heartbeat echoing loudly in the quiet.

Then, with a sudden roar, he shattered the silence. "Tell me!"

I kept my eyes on the ground, torn between the guilt of my actions and the fear of his wrath. "I-I just w-wanted t-to h-hear h-his v-voice." I stuttered, trying to explain.

"I hate you." he sneered, delivering the words with a devastating finality.

A tear traced a lonely path down my cheek, my heart breaking under the weight of his words. The air felt heavy, suffused with the unspoken pain between us.

Lucifer sat on the bed, his body radiating tension. He clenched and unclenched his fists, his movements a chaotic symphony of frustration. Standing abruptly, he shook his head with determination. "I'm not gonna let him take you away from me."

Confusion etched across my face as he continued, "Once we're mated, he can't take you away from me." he declared, taking slow, deliberate steps toward me, his eyes dark and intense.

I felt an uneasy chill run down my spine and slowly began to back away. "Don't back away from me." he growled, and in a swift, decisive motion, he slammed me against the wall. His imposing presence trapped me, leaving me no room to escape.

I tried to push against his chest, but he remained unyielding. He pinned my hands above my head with one of his, his grip firm and unrelenting. "N-No." I pleaded, struggling against his hold.

His eyes locked onto mine, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Why must it always be difficult because of you?" he demanded, frustration evident in his voice.

"P-please, don't do this, j-just l-let me g-go." I begged, my voice trembling with desperation.

He released my hands, and a wave of confusion washed over me. My wolf urged me to comfort him, but my own fears and doubts clashed with that instinct.

Touch his face, my wolf insisted, firm and unwavering.

No. He won't like it.

Just do it.

With trembling hands, I reached out, my anxiety evident. I gently placed my left hand on his cheek, tracing the curve of his jaw. "Please." I murmured, my voice barely a whisper.

Lucifer's eyes softened as he placed his hand over mine, his forehead resting against mine. His breathing slowed, a sense of tranquility washing over him.

He closed his eyes, wrapping his other arm around my waist. "I need you, Val." he breathed out, his voice a tender plea. "I want you. You're mine. Don't leave me."

"I-I'm h-here." I responded softly, my voice trembling with a mixture of fear and resolve.

The room fell into a fragile calm, the tension easing as we both surrendered to the quiet intimacy of the moment.

He brushed his lips against mine before kissing me slowly. This kiss was different from the others – not fueled by hunger but rather slow and sweet. It revealed a side of him I hadn't seen before.

I wanted to pull away, but my wolf urged me to stay. She had always longed for her mate.

His hands slid down my hips, massaging them as I wrapped my hands around his neck, fingers entwined in his jet-black hair.

Suddenly, I felt a surge of impatience. The pace of our kiss needed to pick up. My body was on fire, and wherever he touched me, it seemed to cool down the heat.

I tugged on his hair, craving something more than what he was giving me. My hands slid down over his stomach, eliciting a low growl from him.

I liked it. I loved that he felt this way. The passion between us intensified, creating a magnetic pull that neither of us could resist.

He tightened his grip on my hips, pushing my hips towards the wall before pressing his lower half against me.

He grabbed onto my butt, carrying me making my legs wrap around his waist. I unintentionally grind myself against him making him moan out and bite my lower lip.

I could feel him growing against me, which only got me more excited and heat to pool between my legs.

He pinned both of my hands on each side of my face with his and plunged his tongue into my mouth. Exploring it before fighting with my own tongue for dominance.

I unconsciously grind myself against him once more and he began rolling his hips onto me. I gasped surprised, pulling away from his lips.

He rubs himself against me making me cry out for him. There was a painful burning in the pit of my stomach

I need to put the fire away.

He breathed against my ear, loosening his grip on my hands.

"Touch me." He instructed.

"Feel how hard you make me." He whispered.

Noah Winters P.O.V

"My little girl.

I have to save her. She's too fragile, too precious to be caught in his grasp.

I slid into my car, the engine roaring to life as I fastened my seat belt with a sense of urgency that bordered on desperation. Every fiber of my being was focused on one thing: rescuing my daughter from the danger that threatened to consume her.

With determined fingers, I punched the letters 'Auburn Legacy Hotel' into the GPS. The route materialized on the screen, but I didn't need directions to know where I was headed. My heart was already there, beating fiercely with a father's love and the raw determination to protect what was mine.

This is it.

I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, my knuckles white with the intensity of the emotions surging within me. Anger, fear, love—each one fueling my resolve. My little girl needed me, and I was going to bring her back. I was going to pull her out of the darkness and back into the safety of my arms.

I couldn't afford to make the same mistake twice.

Not again.

The road ahead was clear, but the path in my mind was lined with shadows of the past—regrets, missed signs, and the haunting fear of losing her for good. But those shadows wouldn't stop me. I'd burn through them if I had to, tear down every obstacle in my way.

I won't let anyone, not even him, take her away from me again.

With the fire of a father's love burning in my chest, I floored the gas pedal. The world outside blurred as I sped towards the hotel, towards my daughter, towards the battle I knew was coming.

But this time, I wouldn't fail her.

Not again.