All Chapters of Mr Billionaire Wolf Hunter Mustn't Know My True Form: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

One week after the attack on the night of the Mate Ceremony.The room was cramped and pitch black. The only light came from the bluish glow of the tablet screen, illuminating Ella's face. Her breath was ragged, bouncing off the tiled walls.In her left hand, her trembling fingers clutched a flash drive, the object that had fallen from the grasp of the hunter Victor had killed that night.Ella had managed to retrieve it amidst the chaos and hidden it. And only now did she dare to watch its contents. The dying hunter's final words continued to ring in her ears like a broken record, stating that she had sold Alice, not the other way around."No. That's not true. It wasn't me," she murmured in a trembling voice, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I wasn't the one who sold her. Alice sold me... Alice watched me being tortured. Alice planned it all!"Her desperate whisper filled the empty space.With trembling hands, she inserted the flash drive into her tablet's port. A folder automatically

The crystal chandelier above us cast a dazzling, fractured light across the polished silverware. This restaurant, the high-end mall it was nestled in, maybe even the very streets we had driven through to get here, they all belonged to this damn hunter. Including me, at least, that’s what it looked likeGosh, he must be having a good time, literally bathing in money.I could sense his power in the way the waiters bowed a fraction too low, their eyes fixed firmly on the floor. I could feel it in the way the other patrons whispered, shooting me fierce, sour glances hidden behind their crystal wine glasses.Ronan was doing this on purpose. He was parading me around. And I knew exactly why, because I was the one who had planted the idea in his head.Three days ago, the atmosphere in the mansion was still tense after that embarrassing morning carrying incident. I sat on the edge of the bed, my shoulders slumped, while Silas stood by the window, his face impatient."Your civil registration i

As soon as the oak doorknob turned, my world narrowed to just one point: escape.Shit.I couldn't let Gary see me. Not now. Not while I still looked like vulnerable prey.I slid out from behind the desk and bolted. My body moved on instinct, skills I hadn’t used in almost a year snapping back into place. I was heading for the small hallway that led to the pantry. But just around the corner, my world collided with something hard."Ah!" I stifled a scream."Miss Alice!"The porcelain cup clinked loudly on the floor, but that wasn't what made me flinch. The steaming, amber liquid splashed across the front of my face and down my dress. The heat was immediate, seeping into the bright yellow fabric and spreading across the skin of my chest and stomach.Chris stood frozen, his silver tray tilted, his eyes wide behind his glasses. "Sorry, let's get you—""Shh!"I cut him. My focus was drawn to the raspy voice behind the now-open office door."Where is she?" Gary muttered. His voice was like s

I knew it.This damn hunter would open the door.He didn’t hesitate when it came to werewolves. It was always clean, brutal, and final. But with me... someone he believed to be human, he always paused.Even now, as I lay here faking sleep against his door, his presence was a suffocating weight in the hallway. He didn’t touch me. He just stood there, his gaze measuring me like a puzzle he couldn’t solve. I could feel his eyes tracing the line of my throat, lingering on the places where his restraint usually held firm.The dark, bruised brand on my skin throbbed faintly, a quiet, aching reminder of the last time his control had shattered. It was the only mark of "affection" he’d ever given me.Funny.Now, take me to your room, quickly.I kept my breathing rhythmic, mimicking the heavy pull of sleep. Minutes ticked by. The cold marble floor seeped into my skin. I could feel his gaze piercing me, but he didn't move.How long was he going to stand there? Was he just going to watch me slee

I widened my smile, stretching my lips so far it felt like my skin might tear."I don't believe we've formally met, sir," I replied in a feather-light tone, forcing the tremor out of my voice. "But perhaps you've glimpsed my face in the... reports. You know exactly which reports I'm referring to, don't you?"I was betting my life on that single sentence.Gary paused. His dead, gray eyes dragged over my features with a clinical intensity that made bile rise in the back of my throat. He glanced briefly at Chris, as if measuring my audacity against what a normal secretary should behave like, before his gaze snapped back to me.A faint, chilling smirk cracked his rugged face. "You're right. Perhaps I did see your face from 'that' report."Beside me, I could feel Chris's curiosity. His brows furrowed, wondering about what we were talking about.Unfortunately, poor Chris knew absolutely nothing about the blood-soaked reality of Ronan Bachnault's world. He didn't know his boss was a ruthless