All Chapters of No Place for a Packless Wolf: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

In the midst of the dirty storm of political intrigue and the jealous old wolves out there, that afternoon the Vanguard Suite penthouse felt as warm as the embrace of spring. Chloe stood in front of the giant panoramic glass window, looking at dozens of buildings emblazoned with black wolf heads. She was no longer wearing a tight silk dress or a bloody jacket, but only a piece of Alexander's oversized knitted pajamas that covered half her beautiful thighs. Her black hair was tied back in a bun with a pearl clip, showing off the curve of her long, pure white neck.For eleven months he lived in a sea of ​​blood, business competition and destroying traitors. And today, she is just a mortal woman enjoying the peace of the crown she carved herself."The owner of the Swiss bank offered three billion dollars for the assets you seized from the vampire clan," a hoarse grumble with a heavy echo came from the direction of the bed.Alexander Sterling. The God of War of the Underworld was now bur

Tristan was silent for a moment, then a crisp, masculine laugh burst from his chest. This blatant rejection covered in insults actually fueled his obsession. The dominant side in the Sterling family's blood struggled, wanting to subdue this haughty woman. Alexander may have his heart, but Tristan never cares about hearts. He only cared about conquest."You're amazing," Tristan straightened up, straightening his jacket casually. "Alexander is really lucky, or maybe he's in your grasp, hm? Alright. My logistical offer still stands. I'll arrange dinner. See you." The blonde gave a condescending wink, then strode out of the meeting room, leaving the heat behind him.As soon as the door closed, Chloe massaged her temples. "Miss, letting Master Tristan interfere in our logistics is very dangerous. He is a cunning fox from the Sterling family," reported Arthur, still alert.Chloe snorted, looking back at the pile of reports on her desk. "A cunning fox is easier to read than a mad dog, Arth

The rainstorm has subsided, leaving biting cold in Metropolis. Inside the glass tower of Vane Corporation, which rivals Vanguard's silent taxis, Julian Blackwood stood in front of the wide window, looking out at the twinkling golden lights of the city. An expensive jacket hugged his broad shoulders, covering the scars of the life-saving experiment.A highly artistic silver mask covered the scar over his right eye. Julian is no longer just a discarded whiny alpha; he is 'The Phantom Hand', the new alias given by Silas Vane for their trillion dollar dirty market operation. Since the Vane Corporation funded Julian with alpha stabilizing serum and the influence of the senate, the former Bloodmoon leader turned into a calculative monster who was almost merciless. His roughness in the political arena is as ruthless as his Berserker form on the battlefield."Tristan Sterling just told me," Silas' voice came from the big leather chair in the back. "His first 'diplomatic' dinner with Miss Vang

The sound of Julian's heavy boots echoed like the roar of a vengeful ghost on the Ciel Blanc Dance floor. The cold restaurant air suddenly heated up. Even though one side of Julian's face was now decorated with only a piece of beautifully carved metal, the ferocity of his remaining left eye could tear the mind of any alpha in the room.Tristan Sterling slammed his fist on the table, rising to his feet in fury. "Julian! Get your ex-dog's dirty ass out of my area! You promised to turn off the camera system, not interrupt my personal acquisition!" Tristan cursed furiously. He felt defeated by a pawn from the Vane Corporation.Julian didn't even glance at Tristan for a second. His steps were firm through the darkness, straight towards the woman in the emerald dress who was sitting upright with an inhumanly calm expression. Chloe looked at the man who had thrown her out into the middle of a rainstorm. But there was no fiery hatred, no fear, only emptiness as cold as the bottom of a sea tr

Alexander's form tonight was pure terror. His black shirt was torn at the shoulder, revealing an ancient, living tattoo that radiated a blood-red aura. His eyes no longer had pupils; just a deep red glow that burned away the sanity of any creature that dared to look at it.The Alpha King stared at the chaos in Le Ciel Blanc. His gaze swept across the corpses, glanced at Tristan who was hiding behind the bar table, then stuck straight like a sword at Julian who was still extending his claws towards Chloe.The world is silent. No one dared to breathe, even Tristan and the rest of his guards were frozen in terror."You..." Alexander growled, his voice very deep and hoarse, shaking the steel structure of the skyscraper. "That dirty hand that once threw away my Queen... how dare it reach out to my treasure?"Julian, despite his mutated brain pumping with rage, couldn't prevent his knees from shaking under the oppression of Alexander's absolute aura. But his obsession was too blind. "He's m