All Chapters of Mr Billionaire Wolf Hunter Mustn't Know My True Form: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“I’ll be gentle,” he murmured against my ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down my spine.Liar.Without warning, he pushed into me in one deep, brutal thrust.A broken cry tore from my throat. The sudden stretch burned so sharply it stole the air from my lungs. My entire body trembled beneath him as tears spilled helplessly from the corners of my eyes.“Ah—!”I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, clinging to him on instinct. My nails dug into the hard muscles of his shoulders while my body struggled to adjust to the overwhelming fullness inside me.Ronan cursed under his breath, his forehead dropping against mine as his own breathing turned ragged. When his hips shifted slightly, as if he intended to pull back, panic rushed through me immediately. I locked my trembling legs around his waist, holding him there.“N-No…” I sobbed softly, shaking my head against his shoulder. “Mister… please… don’t move yet. I still want you inside."A low growl that vibrated against his broad ch

“Alright. Leave.”Ronan’s arm dropped across my shoulders without warning, firm enough to shut down any argument before it could even form. He barely looked at the hunters surrounding me, flicking his hand once in a dismissive gesture like they were nothing more than noise.One of them frowned. We only wanted to speak with the young lady. She survived captivity inside a werewolf pack, so-”“Read the report," The cold edge in his voice instantly killed the conversation.I quickly opened my mouth, trying to salvage the situation. “Actually, I also wanted to ask about—mmph!”Ronan pinched my lips shut between his fingers.My eyes widened in disbelief. What the hell was wrong with this jerk?! Who just pinched people’s mouths whenever they felt like it?!“Quiet,” he muttered without even glancing at me.The surrounding hunters exchanged uneasy looks before slowly backing away under his suffocating stare.Damn it.That had been my perfect chance to gather information and figure out which hu

“You bastard—!” Silas lashed out with a vicious kick, his long leg cutting through the air fast enough to break ribs.But Ronan was faster. He twisted sideways in one smooth movement, dodging the attack effortlessly before slamming Silas back against the wall again with brutal force.BANG! The impact shook the hallway.“Shit—”“What do we do?! We have to stop them!”“Stop them? Are you insane? Who the hell wants to get between those two?”Silas coughed harshly, half-choked as Ronan’s grip tightened around his throat. His boots barely touched the floor now. Veins bulged across his reddening eyes as he glared straight at me like he wanted to skin me alive.Why the hell was he staring at me like that?What did he want me to do?Honestly, if it were up to me, I would’ve happily watched Ronan squeeze harder until Silas stopped breathing altogether.Unfortunately… I couldn’t exactly let that happen here.“Mister! Snap out of it!” I shouted, grabbing Ronan’s arm with both hands. My fingers d

A cold tear slid down Ella's cheek. She quickly wiped it away, holding her breath. However, that small movement was enough to jolt Victor out of his reverie.The man turned slowly."What are you doing standing there?" His voice echoed softly among the bookshelves. "Why don't you just come in?"Ella sighed and stepped inside. Her gaze locked on the carved wooden picture frame in front of Victor."Why are you looking at Alice's picture?" Her voice was fragile, but there was a hint of demand in it.Victor stared intently at the portrait for a moment before returning her gaze. "Just... looking at the face of the traitor."Ella's jaw clenched. Her teeth ground together. "But why do I see a look of longing in your eyes?"The muscles in Victor's jaw twitched. His pupils dilated for a split second before returning to their normal state. "What are you talking about?""Are you still dreaming about her?" she asked, this time her defenses breaking. Tears welled up again, blurring her vision. "Do

Albus tapped the armrest lightly. “Miss Alice, you should understand that not everyone in the committee became a hunter because of trauma or revenge. Some of them started because they genuinely enjoy it.” His gaze sharpened slightly. “And the Ghalow brothers are exactly that kind of people.”“Enjoy it?”“They hunt for pleasure,” Albus replied calmly. “For sport.”The hairs on the back of my neck immediately stood up. Gerald’s knife. The bowl filled with blood. Those disgusting memories flashed through my head so vividly that my jaw tightened on instinct.“And Mister still keeps psychopaths like that around?”“Master Ronan doesn’t particularly like them,” Albus explained evenly. “But people like them are… useful to the committee.”I nodded slowly, absorbing every word while carefully hiding the crooked smile tugging at the corner of my lips.“Albus…” I tilted my head slightly. “Do you happen to know who the Ghalows usually work with? Their hunting group, I mean. At least their names… m