All Chapters of Alpha's begging me back home: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

She strode directly into the expansive living room, radiating a wild and lethal unconstraint, and sank lazily into the sofa with her legs crossed. Her relaxed posture was a silent declaration of dominance, as if her werewolf instincts had already claimed every inch of the air in this villa as her own territorial marking.She picked up a teacup from the coffee table. It was part of a matching set belonging to Nathan and Victoria—a pair that carried the stale, cloying scent of the "scavengers" who had lived there. Thea’s brow furrowed in primal disgust, and she tossed it into the trash can like a piece of rotting carrion.This act of desecration ignited Victoria’s agitation. She let out a high-pitched, frantic hiss, like a cornered pup: "Thea! Why are you throwing away our things?"Thea’s gaze swept over her, exuding the suffocating aura of a True Alpha. In that moment, the biological hierarchy was undeniable—Thea stood as the lethal, elder predator, while Victoria appeared as nothing m

Nathan sighed weakly, the weight of his helplessness pressing down on his marrow. "I am a wolf without a pack and without a hunt. If you come with me, I have no resources to protect you. Victoria, obey me. Wait until this storm passes, and I will come to reclaim you."Faced with his unyielding tone, Victoria had to compromise. "Alright," she murmured, her voice thin and defeated.After settling his "parasite," Nathan returned to that cramped, suffocating burrow.A 120-square-meter apartment. To a man who had spent his life scent-marking vast villas and sprawling estates, each narrow, functional room felt like a sensory trap, a crushing box that stifled his very breath.He threw himself onto the bed, staring at the white ceiling that seemed to be closing in on him. For the first time, the paralyzing scent of powerlessness filled his nostrils.How did the hunt go so wrong? How did a glorious reign turn into this scavenger’s existence?Once the idol of the high-table, now an outcast shun

"Isabella, what exactly is it that you 'like' about your brother?""Even though you come from a prestigious bloodline, you don't have the scent of a lazy playboy," Isabella replied, her praise flowing like a mountain stream. "You are self-reliant, diligently carving out your own territory and managing your own affairs."Nathan was genuinely stunned. Was her admiration truly for his labor? Unlike the other females who sniffed after his luxury cars and his high-ranking connections, was she actually looking at his strength as an individual?"I never expected you to be such an ambitious little wolf," Nathan murmured, his ego preening. "Perhaps in the future, I shall teach you how to hunt in the world of business myself."Isabella’s joy was palpable; her scent flared with hope. "Thank you, Brother Hill!"He had made a vow—a promise that gave Isabella a horizon to look toward.But in the long, cold years that followed, that promise became nothing more than a ghost. It was a single bolt of l

She sank into the companion chair, the salt of her tears marking the sterile air. For a long interval, the only sound was the jagged rhythm of her breathing."How?" she finally whispered, her voice trembling. "How did the pride of my bloodline end up rotting in a burrow like this?"Nathan, stripped of the arrogance that once shielded his soul, could only lower his head in a gesture of absolute submission."I heard whispers in the pack... that you returned to a common apartment in the city center?" Mrs. Hill’s voice rose, sharp with dread."I sold the sanctuary," Nathan rasped, his voice sounding like dry leaves skittering over stone. "The villa is gone."Mrs. Hill’s eyes flared with a predatory fire. She stood abruptly, her hand striking Nathan’s face with a crack that echoed like a breaking branch. A mask of utter despair settled over her features."Do you have any idea what the other packs are howling about you?" she hissed, her frame shaking. "They call you a spendthrift, a weaklin

Theo offered a relieved nod, as if finally seeing a pup learn to track. "Precisely. From this moment on, you will master the art of the 'Tea-Master'—weaving subtle, bitter deceptions. Whether you can drive a wedge between those two brothers or not determines your value to this pack."The assistant straightened his back, his posture radiating a new, arrogant confidence. "Old Alaric has already discarded his True Luna to elevate a mistress. He has poisoned his own bloodline. Nathan and Alaric are already standing on the edge of a jagged ravine. With just a small nudge to their pride, I can shatter their bond completely.""Then I shall sit and wait for the howl of your victory," Theo said, sinking back into his office chair.The assistant blinked, caught off guard. "What does this mean, Mr. Sanchez? Are you truly leaving the entire hunt to me?"Theo didn't bother to lift his head from his screens. "Is there a problem? You were the one who claimed this task was as simple as breathing."Th