Mr Billionaire Wolf Hunter Mustn't Know My True Form

"What have you done to your own sister, Alice?!" Father's roar was thunderous.“Father, that's not…”Before I could blink, a heavy blow struck my head. I staggered, my vision swam, and I collapsed onto the dirt. The only one who met my gaze at that time was Victor, but he… he was still hugging Ella, looking at me with disgust.Under the pack's cynical gaze, I watched Mother crying over a small scratch on Ella's leg, likely from the chains or thorns from our run. But to them, they were authentic evidence of suffering.They didn't see my clothes soaked in my own blood. And because my healing ability worked so well, I was free from the pain in their eyes. To them, my lack of scars was proof of my guilt."Victor, please, believe me. I…""NO! Get her away from me!" Ella shrieked. "She sold me to the hunters! They skinned me over and over while she just stood there... watching!""That's not true! I saved her, Victor! I was the one who was skinned—""ENOUGH, ALICE!" Father threw a slap that

Shit.I tried to move, but my body barely responded. Something heavy pinned me in place. It was wrapped tightly around my waist. A strong arm, hot, solid, and unyielding. It made me wonder, was it really an arm?My back pressed against something firm, and I knew it wasn’t a wall. Then I heard it, a slow, steady heartbeat, and breathing right behind my ear.What… is this?I swallowed and forced myself to move, just a little. Slowly, carefully, I twisted within the hold, ignoring the protest of my ribs.My brain, still foggy from the pain, processed what was in front of me. There, right beside me on the same pillow… was a man, asleep.His chest rose and fell steadily, muscles defined and completely unguarded. His jawline was sharp, shadowed by a thin, rough beard. Strands of ash-gray hair fell messily across his forehead.A handsome... man?His warm breath brushed my forehead. I held my breath, and the realization came.Ah... I must be dead. Otherwise, how could there be an angel in fr

The dim light from the lamp illuminated half of his face, but his eyes remained a black abyss, devouring all light. Something in my gut twisted the deeper I fell into those eyes. My blood ran cold, making every nerve end tense painfully under his scrutiny.As my gaze shifted slightly past his broad shoulders, I hit reality. The rows of silver rifles gleamed with a deadly glint in the dim light.The breath in my throat suddenly caught. The metallic glint pulled me back into my sanity.I hastily released my grip on his arm, pulling my hands to my chest and clutching my clothes. "N-no... forget it," I muttered in a trembling voice. "I don't know what I'm talking about. Please… forget what I said."“You said… kill.”I shook my head. Ugh, I must be going crazy. What had I just done? Asked him to help me kill them?The saying "the enemy of my enemy is my friend" didn't apply to this man because I was essentially his enemy, too. Before I could exact my revenge on Victor and Ella, this man m

The barrel of the gun felt like the cold eyes of a grim reaper staring right at me.The gray-haired man didn’t move. He didn’t even release his thigh that was still pressing down on my knees.“Silas. Lower your weapon,” he ordered. His voice wasn’t loud, but the vibration in it made the air in the room feel heavy and dense.Like a moth hypnotized by a flame, my gaze locked onto the gun’s muzzle.The man named Silas was panting. Fresh blood dripped from his chin, staining his already torn tactical shirt. His eyes were red, as if he wanted to drench my entire body in blood.“What the hell is this? I could smell that filthy mutt all the way down the hall, and you’re just… sitting here with her?”Silas stepped forward. The metallic scent of blood clung to him, thick enough to choke on and... sickeningly familiar. My stomach lurched. The warmth of the food I’d swallowed turned sour, clawing its way back up, while ice seemed to seep into my spine.Damn it. I knew that was the scent of blood

I locked my gaze with his, putting on a facade of bravery as if I were ready to surrender myself completely. However, the betrayal came from within my own body.Beneath the confinement of his broad chest, my heart pounded against my ribcage at a rhythm too brutal.Damn. This isn't the time to be beating this fast, heart!The corners of his lips, which had been lifted cynically, now softened into an amused grin. "Fake bravado," he murmured.His thumb, which had been resting on my collarbone, moved down. Two of his fingers, his index and middle, began tapping lightly on my sternum, mimicking a motion as if someone were leisurely strolling down my chest. The movement burned my skin.Just as his fingers stopped between my breasts, I felt something else.Down there, just above my thighs, clad in thin training pants, there was a heavy, hardening pressure. The heat penetrated the fabric, tapping against my lower half.Instantly, the last of my courage evaporated without a trace.With a hapha