All Chapters of Mr Billionaire Wolf Hunter Mustn't Know My True Form: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

What if I actually is pregnant?What kind of scenario would I have to concoct to manage a life already filled to the brim with lies? Would Ronan welcome the child with a bright, happy smile? Definitely not.It would be a half-wolf child, for fuck's sake!A child like that would be an absolute abomination in the human world, let alone among werewolves. It would be born a complete outcast. How could I do that to an innocent child who came into this world simply by trusting me?I shook my head quickly, fiercely dismissing the absurd thought.No. I definitely wasn't pregnant. This must have been a temporary physical condition. My body had experienced all sorts of severe trauma. Caged, tortured, and forced to adapt to the human world to extremes. Even for a werewolf genius like me, this amount of stress could trigger a rejection reaction within the body.Yes, that was the most logical explanation.The sharp smell of antiseptic hit my nose, pulling me back to reality.I was sitting on an ex

A deathly silence choked the kitchen. Albus glanced from the chef to me.I eyed the man up and down. His food was the culprit that had made me vomit like a pregnant woman. My sense of smell couldn't be fooled. There was a very specific, chemical scent clinging to the fibers of his clothes, the exact same scent I had smelled in every meal he had served me over the past few days.But the porridge I just ate was perfectly clean. He wouldn't dare poison it right in front of me."Miss Alice," Albus's voice turned deep and dangerous. "Are you accusing our head chef of poisoning your food?""Yes," I replied bluntly."This is slander! I've served the Bachnault family for decades! Sir Albus, please listen to me!" the chef roared, his face turning red.I just shrugged. "Then prove me wrong.""What?""Albus, check his clothes. Not just the ones he's wearing now, check the replacement uniform he's about to put in the laundry too.""Miss, but he's…""Ah, because he's Ronan's loyal chef, is that wh

"No. I won't forgive him."The air suddenly felt like it was being forced from my lungs. My throat tightened as I swallowed hard.He won't forgive him?Well, of course not. It was exactly as I suspected. The man before me was cold-blooded, someone who knew no mercy. Even though he said and did sweet things for me, it didn't change his true, ruthless nature.If a chef who had fed him since he was a teenager couldn't earn an ounce of forgiveness, then what would happen to me?Ronan loosened his tie with a rough tug. "Why would I forgive someone who clearly deceived me, stabbed me in the back, and disappointed me? Not to mention the mental and physical damage he caused you. Wouldn't it be foolish to forgive him so easily?"I fell silent. This seemed to be the first time I'd ever heard Ronan explain his thoughts at such length, outlining his feelings without me having to provoke him first.Ronan turned his head, looking straight into my eyes. "What about you, Al? Can you forgive a traitor

I gasped into his mouth. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Albus and a few passing servants hurriedly turning and looking down, their faces flushed.Without breaking the kiss, he wrapped his strong arms around my waist, lifted me slightly, and pulled me back into the elevator shaft. The doors closed automatically, locking us both in the cramped space.His immense force pushed me back until my spine hit the cold mirrored wall of the elevator. His tongue immediately forced my lips apart, sweeping into my mouth with a hot, dominant rhythm that tasted like mint and raw aggression.I felt my knees immediately give way. His left hand slid down the curve of my spine, gripping my hip tightly to lift me slightly, grinding my core firmly against the thick, unforgiving bulge of his arousal pressing through his pants.The heavy friction sent a powerful jolt of pure heat straight to my core, making a shy, breathless moan vibrate from his lips.He swallowed the sound greedily, his thumb trac

He enveloped me in his large body, hugging me from behind until my back was pressed tightly against his warm chest. I was too exhausted to protest or ask for a break. Every time I asked him to stop, he didn't even consider it for a second.He seemed to have a mad obsession with keeping our bodies pressed together, refusing to allow even the slightest gap between our skin.Wait a minute.He had just finished interrogating the chef earlier this afternoon. Why had his lust suddenly spiked so abnormally? What was triggering this madness?"Mister," I called, turning my head slightly to look at his profile. "How was your conversation with the chef this morning? Did he tell you why he poisoned me?"Instead of answering, Ronan gently twisted my jaw and sealed my mouth with a deep kiss. I nearly groaned in protest, my lips already numb and sore."You don't need to hear it," He whispered after releasing my lips, his voice final. "Those were dirty, ugly words that your ears shouldn't hear."Givi