All Chapters of Mr Billionaire Wolf Hunter Mustn't Know My True Form: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Alice disappeared without a trace.It had been seven days and twelve hours since Ronan had mobilized his men to trace every inch of land, but to no avail. Hundreds of surveillance cameras equipped with military technology surrounding the outer radius of the mansion did not capture a single shadow. This was very different from the incident when Alice had left some time ago, where her movements had still left digital traces on street cameras.This time, time and space seemed to swallow her whole.He had always thought the mansion's security system was equivalent to a central bank vault. However, it all felt completely ridiculous now. A single woman had just slipped past him. This fact made Ronan realize that from the very beginning, Alice had been in control.If she wanted to be seen, she would let the cameras record her. But if she wanted to disappear, like she did now, she could reduce herself to nothingness.Fooling him was, apparently, effortless.The echo of Ronan's footsteps sound

Radine let out a long sigh, rolling her eyes. "That's a steep price to pay for what you get, isn't it?"I watched Radine's jaw tighten as she resumed aggressively chewing on her berries. The crunching sounded as if she were crushing someone's bones."What are you looking at?" she snapped, her eyes narrowing."You..." I tilted my head. "Are you perhaps planning to succeed Alpha Knox? As an Alpha Female?"Radine's jaw stopped moving. Silence fell. The temperature in the room plummeted several degrees as she stared straight at me, releasing a suffocating aura of dominance as cold and sharp as a sword."Hey," she hissed lowly, leaning forward. "If anyone else heard you babbling like that, they'd think I was plotting against my older brother."I blinked, raising my hands in surrender. "My bad. Just forget I said it.""Jeez. You've been cooped up for too long, that's why your social skills are such a mess," Radine grumbled as she got up from the sofa, brushing imaginary dust off her leather

I clenched my fists under the blanket, taking deep breaths repeatedly, trying to suppress the raging wolf within me. My nails had grown long, nearly tearing the silk sheets beneath me. I took a closer look at the man lying next to me, and frowned."Sir, get up, please."There was no response. Only the sound of his steady, annoying breathing.I took a deep breath as I slowly got out of bed. I adjusted the straps of my nightgown, which had slipped down, covering my slightly exposed chest with a rough tug. The cool marble floor touched the soles of my feet, giving me a small glimmer of rationality."Sir Kael, I know you're not really asleep. Please get up and get out of my room now."Still no response. However, my sharp wolf eyes caught the corners of Kael's lips turning up slightly. A faint smirk.I finally walked away from the bed, taking long strides toward the bedroom door, intending to open it wide. However, just as my hand touched the cold metal knob, a large shadow lurched from be

I clenched my fists, staring straight into Victor's eyes, which flashed with sick anticipation.Damn. My brain is spinning fast. Was this Luna Brigitte's rotten plan from the start? Offering me that stupid mansion just to buy time until my real buyer arrived?"Where are you going, traitor?" His baritone voice vibrated against the marble floor beneath my feet.I lifted my chin, returning his gaze just as sharply. "Wherever I please. The exit is wide open.""Says who?""Alpha Victor, I heard you were looking for a traitor from your pack," Luna Brigitte's voice called out from behind me. Her tone sounded so elegant, a stark contrast to the poison she had just spat out.I glared curtly to the side, feeling my blood boil. Luna Brigitte had really set me up. "What are you doing, Luna?" I hissed sharply.The middle-aged woman didn't bother to return my gaze. She was silent for a moment, took a sip of her coffee, then looked at Victor. "Alpha Victor, could you please take that away from my ho

Bang! Bang! Bang!The underground shooting range was filled with a choking haze of gunpowder smoke. The concrete floor around Ronan's feet was covered in dozens, perhaps hundreds, of discarded brass shell casings. His calloused palms were raw, seeping fresh blood that stained the grip of the pistol, but the man didn't stop.He kept pulling the trigger. The muzzle of his gun spewed hot lead toward the target paper at the far end of the room. The paper was now deformed, torn to shreds by the brutal, absurdly precise shots.In the corner of the room, the uniformed servant guarding the facility swallowed hard. Cold beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, wetting his shirt collar. The officer's eyes darted frantically toward the now-empty ammunition storage cabinet. His mind raced, trying to figure out how to tell his Master that their ammunition supply was completely exhausted, without ending up being shot, or worse, having his jaw smashed in by Ronan's fist.Click.The sound of empty me