All Chapters of Mr Billionaire Wolf Hunter Mustn't Know My True Form: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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CHAPTER 81. He’s Not Pulling A Prank

I stared at the idiot lying on the floor. Amazing, really. First, he's doing a cheap soap opera-style amnesia act, and now he's trying to audition for a fresh corpse.Still, I have to play my part."Hey," I shook him.This brat hadn't fainted. I knew because he used to pull pranks like this all the time. His eyes were rolled back and half-open, leaving only vacant whites staring blankly at the ceiling like a pair of dead fish.I whisper. "What are you trying to do now? Get up before you embarrass yourself—huh?"A thin, dark line of blood crept slowly out of his left ear."Why is..." My voice betrayed the tight knot of panic suddenly choking my throat.I shook his shoulder again. His body felt terrifyingly limp, heavy with the dead weight of someone whose soul was actively trying to sneak out the back door."Stop messing around. This isn't funny. If you're trying to scare me, congratulations, you succeeded, you jerk."He wasn't breathing. Or rather, his chest only gave a pathetic, shal

CHAPTER 82. What Silas Saw

The memory still lingered in Silas's mind, as vivid as the burn of single malt whiskey sliding down his throat.That day, the sun shone brightly, baking the marble surface of the second-floor balcony of Ronan's mansion. Silas sat there, leaning against the cool stone railing, swaying a crystal glass filled with amber-gold liquid from Ronan's personal collection.His slightly blurry vision fell to the neatly trimmed green grass in the garden below.There, Alice was running. Her breathing was labored, her steps heavy and uneven. Sweat soaked the back of her shirt, while Albus followed a few meters away, holding a stopwatch, his face as stiff as a graveyard guard.Silas remembered how he snorted.That girl… her legs were too fragile, and her stamina pathetic. She looked like a dry twig that would snap with a single strong gust of wind. No wonder she was more often bedridden than standing on her own two feet.And such a weak, pathetic, trembling creature… how dare she demand Ronan's atten

CHAPTER 83. The Wolf Behind The Locked Door

"How?" I asked, my eyes fixed on the man in the white coat who was currently busy wiping the sweat from his forehead.The doctor shook his head in an annoyingly slow motion."We need to get him to the hospital immediately. But..." The man hesitated, glancing at Edgar. "...to be honest, I'm not sure he has enough heart rate to survive the trip there. I've already called an ambulance, though."Damn it. Damn it. Damn it.I had to transform immediately.I couldn't, no, I would never let this idiot die on my watch. To hell with real sibling affection. I just hadn't had the satisfaction of beating him up and getting my revenge.Yes, that was my only reason.Suddenly, the screech of straining hinges shattered the tension. The bedroom door flew open so violently it nearly bounced off the wall."Sir!"Albus, who had been standing like a stone statue in the corner, straightened his massive back, fully prepared to tear into whichever poor servant dared breach protocol. But before he could utter

CHAPTER 84. While They Were Watching

"Ugh, you bastard."I strode toward the door with the last of my strength and turned the lock. Just as the metal latch clicked open, the door was shoved inward with full force. Had my reflexes not been quick enough to jump back, the cartilage in my nose would have been shattered by the impact of the thick door.I glared at the figure who had barged in without permission. He was a man with short brown hair, wearing a tight black shirt and a badge hanging crookedly around his neck."Are you Miss Alice?" he asked, his sharp, judgmental eyes scanning my appearance.I straightened my back, forcing down the nausea churning in my stomach. "Yes, I am. What is your business here?""I'm Detective Havier." He puffed out his chest. "We've come to rescue you."Rescue?I blinked. "Excuse me?""You may have been brainwashed to the point of not realizing it, but you are a victim of Ronan Bachnault." The detective glanced at Edgar, who lay deathly pale on the bed with an oxygen tube. "He's a victim, t

CHAPTER 85. The Witness Who Shouldn't Exist

Ronan Bachnault stormed out of the interrogation room like an unstoppable force. Two uniformed officers tried to grab him by the shoulders from either side, but with a single, violent shrug of his expensively clad arms, both men were sent flying, crashing into a row of metal lockers with a deafening clang."Stop, sir!""What do you think you're doing in the middle of an investigation?!""If you continue to resist, we will have no choice but to draw our weapons!"The veins in Ronan’s neck bulged. His jaw clenched, his teeth grinding. In his head, an endless stream of curses and vitriol flowed. How dare these incompetent bastards drag Alice into this filthy place? She was still recovering, her body incredibly vulnerable. And Albus... the old man had once again let Alice slip through his fingers.Seeing their comrade so easily thrown, a larger officer, his face flush with humiliation, lunged forward. He pulled his arm back, hurling a heavy fist. But before the blow could connect, a shado

CHAPTER 86. A Dead Girl's Testimony

Today had been incredibly exhausting.No wonder if I fainted in a minute. So, let me lean on his strong arm first, letting our fingers interlock tightly on his thigh. Outside the window, horns blared, and a sea of city vehicles crept along slowly under the glare of the crowded street lights.However, in this car, my world suddenly shrank into a soundproof room filled only by the warmth of the man by my side."You really feeling better? We don't need to turn to the hospital?"Ronan's voice was low, caressing my ears with a softness that reminded me of the texture of silken tofu, somehow always managing to dismantle my defenses. I looked up, tracing the sharp silhouette of his jaw from the side. My heart fluttered in amusement, while my chest suddenly felt incredibly open.The sensation is similar to breathing in a supply of pure oxygen in the middle of a green grassy field wet with morning dew.Damn.I cannot deny this absolute fact. Ronan Bachnault really is my mate. His mere presen

CHAPTER 87. Why Is He Curious Now?

See.I should never have let myself be captivated by him. He was the kind of man who could gaze at me with such absolute tenderness one moment, then wring my neck without a second's hesitation the next if he knew who I really was.I looked up, meeting his dark gaze without blinking."I don't know," I replied, sounding as calm as I possibly could. "How could I know what goes on in the mind of a madman like him? You're probably the one who knows how his head works, considering the two of you run in the same circles."For a split second, I was certain I saw a subtle flicker in his pupils. The sharp glint in his dark irises dimmed, leaving behind a strange emptiness. He looked like a hunting dog that had suddenly lost the way. An expression that didn't fit Ronan Bachnault's arrogantly handsome face at all."You're right," he murmured. "I should be the one who knows best."I tilted my head. "Or, you could just ask him when you find him. I'm also curious why he's so sure I'm a werewolf. It'

CHAPTER 88. The Man I Shouldn't Love

“Ugh,”A vicious cramp suddenly twisted my gut, kicking bile up the back of my throat without a second's warning.My chest seized. It felt as if a localized sandstorm had erupted inside my ribcage, violently eroding the lining of my lungs with every shallow breath I managed to scrape together. I blindly clawed at the hem of Ronan's shirt with fingers that had suddenly turned icy.That damn brat. He had just crawled back from the absolute brink of death, and he was already gone? Didn't he say he’d feign amnesia so he could stay by my side? Keep me company? Tch, my ass.The little coward had clearly chosen to run away after experiencing firsthand how suffocating it was to live in the den of a hunter like Ronan Bachnault for a few days. His anxiety over being exposed must have been slowly killing him from the inside.I clutched my chest tighter. The cool air in the car felt razor-sharp against my throat."Alice? Hey?"In a fraction of a second, the heavy, immovable weight of his arms en

CHAPTER 89. If Only I Were a Human

"Are you awake, Miss?" Albus bowed slightly when he saw me standing in the doorway."How are you feeling?" Ronan demanded. His dark eyes instantly swept over me, conducting a rapid, head-to-toe tactical assessment. His thick brows furrowed in sheer disapproval. "Why did you even bother getting out of bed? The hallway is freezing.""It's cold because you aren't by my side, Mister."Ronan tilted his head, the sharp lines of his jaw tightening."Wasn't my message very clear? I told you to hold me, Mister."The tense lines in Ronan's shoulders immediately relaxed. He nodded slowly, his gaze softening. "Yeah. My bad. Let's get you back inside so you can finish that deep sleep, hm?"Without the slightest shame, I raised my arms high toward him. "Carry me."He smiled. "My pleasure."Self-esteem? To hell with it. Tonight I just want to drown myself in the illusion that I'm safe.His strong arms wrapped around my waist and under my knees, lifting me off the floor in one smooth embrace. I barel

CHAPTER 90. (18+) Too Deep To Stop

"You're still recovering, damn it. The doctor said your body is in shock—""Then... you can be a little gentle with me tonight, right?"Without waiting for an answer, I bent down and kissed the base of his throbbing neck. I licked his masculine-scented skin, slightly salty with sweat, then bit down lightly.A deep, throaty groan escaped his throat. In the blink of an eye, the world spun. He flipped me over in one swift, measured movement. I was now under the embrace of his hot body.Our breaths mingled in the suddenly thin air. His broad chest rose and fell rapidly in front of my face. And as he pressed his hips against me, an incredible thrill shot through my lower abdomen, electrifying every nerve ending.For tonight, let me forget that this man above me is the death of me. Tonight, he belongs only to me."Don't move too much," he growled, wrapping one massive hand around both my wrists and pinning them to the mattress above my head. His dark eyes flared with a feral warning. "Let m

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