Snow's Huntsman: A Fairytale Retelling

  Snow’s Huntsman

  A Fairytale Retelling

  Mila Crawford

  Aria Cole

  Snow’s Huntsman: A Fairytale Retelling

  By Mila Crawford & Aria Cole

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  Copyright © May 2018 by Mila Crawford & Aria Cole

  First E-book Publication: May 2018

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  Contents

  Newsletter

  Snow’s Huntsman

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Epilogue One

  Epilogue Two

  Epilogue Three

  I. Excerpt: Her CEOs

  Her CEOs

  Chapter 1

  II. Excerpt: Goldie’s Bears

  Goldie’s Bears

  Chapter 2

  Newsletter

  About the Author

  Newsletter

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  Hunter

  If she ran I’d chase her … I’d find her.

  Snow White had been the only woman I loved, the one woman I’d saved myself for. What she didn’t know was that she was mine, always had been, and it was high time I showed her exactly that.

  Snow

  Hunter was my father’s head of security and the man I loved. I was tired of the gilded cage my father had built for me. I wanted my freedom, but that meant leaving Hunter.

  But when he told me I was his I knew there was nothing more I wanted than to surrender to the alpha that he was. And it was in those moments where he was memorizing every part of me that I knew one thing…Hunter owned me.

  Warning: Mila has teamed up with Aria to bring you one short, filthy fairytale retelling that’ll make you question your morals but have you turning the page for more.

  1

  Hunter

  I curled my hands into tight fists at my side and stared at Snow’s father, knowing that the man would never know the lengths I’d go for his daughter. This had nothing to do with me being the White family’s personal security either. This was because Snow was mine, had been for a long time.

  “She left sometime last night. She was smart enough to do it during the security shift change.”

  I clenched my jaw even tighter as I listened to Robert White talk--worry--about his daughter. Snow was stubborn, smart, but didn’t want to play by the rules. At twenty years old she sure gave her father a run for his money.

  And it was a hell a lot of money, too.

  “I’m going to need you to find her,” Robert said, the worry and strain on his face clear. “I know after her mother passed away she retreated within herself. I know she’s staying here because of me. I don’t want her to hate me over it, to resent me because she thinks I’ll crack being alone.” He stared off over my shoulder. “Maybe I would,” he said softly, almost to himself.

  Robert ran his hand over his face, exhaling roughly. He leaned back against his seat and stared at me, a hell of a lot of trust reflected back in that gaze.

  “I’ll find her. I’ll bring her back safely.” I knew he could hear the determination in my voice. It didn’t matter where Snow was, where she ran. I’d chase after her. I’d find her. And when she was back home, under the safety of her father‘s roof and my protection, I was going to show her exactly who she belonged to.

  I was going to show Snow White that she was mine.

  Snow

  I leaned back in the driver’s side seat and stared out at the coast. I wasn’t trying to be dramatic by leaving in the middle of the night, but the truth was I was tired of having round the clock security. I was done with having everybody know my every move, knowing exactly where I was every moment of every day.

  I wanted a normal life, one that didn’t include my high profile political father, the wrought iron gate that surrounded our property like a prison, or having to watch what I did so I didn’t give the family a bad name.

  It wasn’t just that. I was tired of seeing Hunter, my father’s head of security, day in and day out when what I felt for him wasn’t like anything I’d ever experienced before. Truth was I loved that man, had since before I probably even knew what the emotion was. But he was almost double my age, and I knew that he would never cross lines to be with me.

  I snorted at my thoughts, even wondering why I thought a man like Hunter Sterling would be with someone like me. He was rough around the edges, tall and masculine, muscular in a way that only a male was. He made me feel feminine, small and petite. And he didn’t even know how much I wanted him.

  I looked down at the red apple I’d taken with me before I’d left. The flesh was shiny, perfect. It fit perfectly in my hand, the weight heavy. I lifted it to my mouth and took a bite, the flesh cracking as my teeth went through it. As I watched the ocean I thought about everything I had in life, how I was truly lucky, but at the same time I remembered what I’d lost.

  I wasn’t running away, even if my father probably thought so. I just needed to get away for a little bit, even for a few hours, without having someone tail me. I needed to get my head on straight, to think about what I really wanted in life. But the very thought of not having Hunter by my side, not just as a protector that my father hired, but the man who loved me in return, was a hard pill to swallow.

  The waves crashed against the sandy shore, the sound calming, yet almost frantic as well. The sun was already rising, yellows and oranges, pinks and reds casting along the water and the beach. I opened the car door and climbed out, shutting it silently behind me. At this hour of the morning the beach was empty, no life to be seen.

  Finishing the apple, I tossed it in the trashcan beside my car and pulled my shoes off, setting them on top of the hood. I then made my way down to the beach. As soon as my feet touched the sand I sighed in contentment. Walking toward the water’s edge, I looked on as I let the cold liquid splash on my toes. I stared out at the horizon, the sun this huge ball of orange in the distance.

  The wind picked up, moving my hair along my shoulders. I should just move out because that would be the smart, responsible thing to do. If I didn’t want to be under my father’s thumb anymore I needed to just make that leap. But after my mother died last year, I hadn’t wanted to leave him alone.

  He might always have people around, but that was hired help. He had no family aside from me. And so it had been love and guilt that kept me in place. I knew my mother would want me to live my own life. She wouldn’t want me to stay in the past, to live at home just because I didn’t want my father to be lonely. I’d still see him, daily, but I needed my own space. Not even a mansion could give me the isolation I wanted or needed.

  But then there was Hunter, the man who consumed my thoughts, who made me want to break out of the mold I’d made for myself. Maybe I should just
tell him that I loved him, that I wanted him. But even thinking that gave me anxiety.

  The very real possibility of being rejected by the only person I’ve ever wanted was enough to have me keeping my mouth shut. And it was because of that very reason that I kept my mouth shut. It was because of that reason that I probably would never tell Hunter exactly how I felt.

  Hunter

  I’d found her easily enough. I knew where she would be going before she probably did.

  The beach. The one place she’d been going to for as long as I’d been working for her father.

  I parked the SUV and cut the engine, seeing her small form sitting on the sand as she watched the waves.

  God, I loved that woman. Everything about her drove me insane. She had marked me in every single way and I wanted her to be obsessed with me like I was with her.

  I headed toward her, knowing she wouldn't know I was here until I was practically on top of her.

  On top of her.

  My cock thickened at that very thought. I envisioned a hell of a lot with Snow, more than I deserved to. But she was mine, had been, and always would be.

  And I was going to make her see that, know that, right fucking now.

  2

  Snow

  The beach was my place of solitude. Whenever life would get too hard I’d come here, sit on the soft sand and look upon the water and just breathe. This was a special place for me.

  It was where my mother and I would come whenever I had panic attacks as a child. We’d come here and she’d tell me to look at the ocean and close my eyes, to just forget about everything.

  And it worked. Every time.

  And even after she passed I still came here and did exactly that when the world became too much. I came here and smelled the ocean air, swearing I could feel my mother’s arms around me and her voice whispering words of encouragement in my ear.

  The tears started to roll down my face as the realization that those moments with her were gone and would never happen again. She had been my savior during dark times, and for my father she was his world. When she died, he crumbled. I saw it in the way he looked at me, in the way he tried to be so strong. But sadness like that couldn’t be hidden.

  A love like my parents had was something people dreamed of, and it was because of his broken heart that I’d stayed close. When she died, so did a light in my father’s life. In mine too. My sweet, funny dad turned into a paranoid, overbearing man, wanting me close at all times, not wanting to lose me like he lost my mother. Her death made him scared, and that fear made him suffocating.

  His overprotectiveness drove me out of my mind. The only positive thing about my father being so overbearing was Hunter.

  God, that man was unbelievably sexy. Every time he looked at me I was sure I would melt into a puddle of liquid. Hunter was the kind of man who owned a room by just walking into it. He was intense with how protective he was of me, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like that.

  Since I was eighteen years old Hunter had been a presence in my life. And for that long I wanted him with a desperation that rivaled everything else. He was the epitome of an alpha male.

  I took a deep breath. Hunter had been it for me. Here I was, a virgin who hadn’t so much as been felt up because I’d been lusting after one man for my entire adult life. For me it was Hunter or nothing, and the way things were going in my life I was afraid it was going to be nothing.

  Hunter

  As I watched her, every part of me became hard, tight. I wanted to go over to her and throw her over my shoulder, tell her she was mine. I wanted to spank her firm little ass so she knew that she couldn’t run off like this, that it was my job to keep her safe.

  And I would do that.

  I wasn’t going to allow her to be left alone, not when the very risk of her getting hurt plagued me. I’d level the world, take down everyone in my path who tried to hurt Snow … who tried to keep her from me.

  I prided myself on being a man of control. I never let my emotions get in the way, never let them control me. But where Snow was concerned I was fierce in ways I’d never thought possible. When it came to Snow I was an animal; every instinct in me roaring out to stalk her, claim her … plant my seed in her sweet little body.

  She was mine and it was time she knew it.

  3

  Hunter

  I knew she felt my presence before she even turned around and looked at me. It was in the way her body tightened, her back straightening. The wind whipped by and blew her hair over her shoulder and my fingers itched to touch those strands. I stood a few feet behind her, my body strung tight.

  What I wanted to do was lift her up and haul her over my shoulder, spank that sweet little ass of hers and tell her she wasn’t ever going to run away again. Despite the fact maybe she didn’t actually run away--that I knew where she was--I needed her by my side always.

  “It’s time to come home, Snow.” It took her a few seconds before she finally stood, her back still toward me as she stared out at the ocean. When she did finally turn around and looked at me I had to curl my hands and keep them at my side so I didn’t reach out and pull her in close.

  “Says who?” she asked softly, her defiance turning me on.

  She was so small compared to me, vulnerable and innocent against my ruthlessness. But I had to be this way in order to make sure she was safe, in order to make sure nothing happened to her.

  “I’m tired of being locked away in a gilded cage, Hunter.” Her voice was low, distant. I took a step toward her, inhaling the sweet scent of vanilla that always seemed to surround her. It mixed with the salt in the air, the ocean breeze. “I’m not going to be kept away because my father's afraid of losing me as well.”

  Although I wasn’t surprised that she was tired of the life she led, that her father did have a tight rein on her because of his fears, she needed to know that I wouldn’t let her go on her own. I couldn’t, not for my own sanity and not for the sake of letting her live her life.

  I wanted her as mine. I could admit I was obsessed with her, possessive of her. The very thought of seeing her with another man infuriated me. I had waited a long time to make Snow mine, and I wouldn’t deviate from that plan. I’d saved myself for her. She belonged to me and me alone.

  I didn’t respond to what she said, just needed her to come with me so her father knew she was safe--so I could keep her that way.

  “We can discuss this when we get back to the house and your father knows you’re okay.”

  “He knows I’m safe because he knew you’d come after me. And you knew exactly where I’d be.”

  I held my hand out to her without responding. She stared at it for long seconds before slipping her much smaller one against my palm. Her skin was warm, her fingers fragile. I curled the digits around hers and pulled her in a little bit closer. Although our bodies didn’t touch I could feel her heat seep into mine.

  “He has to understand I’ll leave at some point. I can’t be by his side all the time. I have to live my life.”

  I stared into her eyes. “I know.”

  Snow

  I sat in the passenger seat of Hunter’s SUV, my body heated despite the heaviness of why I was in his vehicle. He had insisted I drive back with him, leaving my car and calling one of my father’s men to come pick it up.

  I hadn’t argued the point.

  Glancing over at him, I felt my breath hitch. He was so big and strong, his body dwarfed mine … making the interior of the SUV even smaller. My nipples beaded and my pussy became wet. I shouldn’t have this reaction to him, not because I didn't deserve it, but because he was here on “official” business.

  No man had ever given me this kind of reaction. But then again, Hunter had always been it for me. The one.

  But the fact remained I wanted him, and I was growing impatient holding back from what I wanted. The fear of him rejecting me--which was very real and a very good possibility--kept me in check.

  “Things will work out
,” he said and my heart jerked in my chest.

  “That’s easy for you to say,” I replied and looked out the passenger side window. “You don’t have to worry about your father needing security on you constantly.”

  He didn’t respond, but then again, he didn’t need to. I felt the tension in the air, felt my own anger fill the interior of the vehicle.

  “He just loves you and would do whatever he can to make sure you’re safe.”

  I looked over at him, the strange quality in his voice making me think he meant more than he’d said.

  “I can relate to him in that way,” Hunter said again, his focus still trained in front of him.

  “I know he loves me, and it’s because I love him that I stayed for so long. But I have to start my life. I can’t stay there forever. And I’m afraid he won’t understand that.” I saw the way he tightened his hands on the steering wheel. I wondered if he’d lost someone and that’s how he could relate to all of this, but I was too much of a coward to ask him anything so personal. The truth of the matter was the idea of him caring for another woman had my stomach twisting.

  He looked at me then, his gaze piercing. “When the time's right I’ll tell you exactly what I mean by that, Snow.” He faced forward once more and I was left sitting there with my heart in my throat, wondering exactly what he meant by those words.