Bought by the Beast King (Katerina and hunter) novel Chapter 14

Chapter 14

HUNTER

The red helmet gleamed in the sunlight as I gripped it tightly. I should have been searching for more clues. Or at least hunting the bike, calling in forensics, chasing the bastard who’d left the tracks.

But after the embarrassing number of times I’d stroked myself since Kitty left, I stood there like a fucking

zombie.

Last night had been torture, unlike anything I had ever experienced before. And then she’d deliberately worn that fitted skirt, something that would have given me easy access.

Would that man she’d smiled at appreciate it as much as I had?

A growl rumbled in my chest.

This was the killer’s plan. To keep me distracted while he picked off the next victim. Why the hell was I falling for it again?

But Kitty’s scent had saturated the air all night. How the hell was I supposed to concentrate on anything else now? She’d come on my thigh so many times while I just lay there, painfully hard, unwilling to fall into a situation I could not control. My beast had fought me, ready to devour this little human who’d handed herself to him on a silver platter.

But I couldn’t let him take her the way he wanted. Not when she was my only new lead in

The phone rang, pulling me out of my thoughts. It was Elijah.

“Sir, did you see my email? I need to know the next move.”

. I was slipping.

“I’ll call you back.”

years.

The first email was about the murdered girl, Talia. Her parents didn’t know anything, and the girls she had been out with had returned to their families, traumatised. They didn’t remember anything out of the ordinary that night until they’d found Talia back at their shared apartment, nailed to the wall with her chest cut open.

Perhaps it was time I talked to them myself.

The second email was from Kostas. He was coming to the human world.

Snarling, I typed back.

‘No need. I’m coming home!

Wiping my prints off the helmet, I turned to put it back in the closet. Kitty was probably watching me. Why else would she have brought me right under her nose? I’d have to think about the next move carefully.

I called Elijah back.

“We’re going back tomorrow morning. Make the arrangements. Kostas can meet me there.”

I could use Kostas as a cover while I met these girls.

“Yes, sir.”

I was about to shut the door when an old rucksack at the back of the closet caught my eye. It was shoved behind a pile of shoes, almost as if it was hidden.

A school bag?

Reaching in, I grabbed it and lifted it out. Something rattled inside. Everything Kitty claimed to own was scattered in the open, and even her paperwork and textbooks were on the floor. Why was this bag put away?

The intercom buzzed, and I froze. No one knew where I was except Kitty and the killer. Throwing the bag back, I rushed out to the digital display near the door, ready to make a move. Was I finally about to catch a break?

It was a delivery.

Frustration clawed at me, and I almost punched the wall after I let the guys in downstairs and waited. This was a reminder. I couldn’t make any hasty moves that would blow my cover.

An hour later, I sat on the new couch, deliveries stacked around me. Furniture, new kitchenware, bedding, and cleaning products. I looked down at Kitty’s notebook, at the rules in her neat handwriting, and her number sprawled at the top.

I’d looked at it longer than I should have, my fingers itching to call. But I couldn’t do that unless she summoned me. Her rules meant she owned me. They were a leash.

My beast rumbled in my chest, pleased with that thought, and I quickly caught myself.

This was a job. An important job. I would never be able to face any of the victims’ families if I let my urges take over my common sense:

Throwing the notebook aside, I stood to do what I’d agreed to. It would be the perfect cover for me to look through everything. So I went through every piece of clothing she’d piled on the floor before I threw it in the washing machine. I read through every paper as I piled it neatly. I checked under the bed while vacuuming.

Nothing.

I should have expected that. Kitty had allowed me into an empty apartment for a reason. But there had to be something to link her to her other life. I tackled the bathroom last. It was the last room she had been in, but her scent would be the strongest there.

Because the little shorts she’d worn to bed were still on the floor, drenched in it.

Holding my breath, I forced myself past the wet towel and pyjamas on the floor. My gaze was drawn to the mirrored cabinet.

Painkillers. Vitamins. Creams. And contact lens solutions. Contacts? I’d looked deep into her eyes while I’d fucked her, but I never noticed. Did she need them? Or was this to hide her real face?

“Are you really hiding from me, Kitty?” I murmured.

The way she looked at me. The way her body ignited with my touch. How could that be fake? The satisfaction when I’d realised I was her first had triggered my beast. Maybe that was the reason she’d been chosen. That fake innocence that made my beast want to claim what it shouldn’t.

My gaze landed on the pile of clothes, and, as if my body was rebelling, I drew in a long, torturous breath.

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