All Chapters of Hidden Mate: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

“The Elder of the Holmes arrived at the scene,” reporter Harold Griffin, said through a phone call. “And he announced that Alpha Brett might marry Maxine. Lol.”[“Really?”] Chandler asked with a laugh from the other line. [“It seems you got the perfect hideout to watch the whole scene. Where are you right now?”]Holding a Yaru stone with his hand, Harold replied, “Sitting on a branch of a tree.” He tilted his head to the box beside him and added, “With pizza to entertain myself. The trees in Wayne residence are all firm. That’s a compliment.” Harold took slice of pizza and have a bite.[“Now I feel guilty.”“Abhot wzzhat? (About what?).”“For giving you multiple tasks. You are gathering information about the Konki. You work as reporter, and now, I asked you to watch over Maxine. Am I a bad leader?”]“You are the Alpha,” Harold answered after gulping his food and while fixing the wireless earphone. “Your voice will be our priority.”Chandler didn’t say anything.Harold continued.“And

With a cocktail in his hand, Brett stared at the four werewolves from Den packs. Aside Maxine, they are the other reasons why this party is unique than the usual one. “Hunter, you should try this. This is so delicious.” “Really? Let me try. Ahhh~” “What do you think?” “Oh my…! It’s yummy! Put more of that in my plate.” “Alpha Vincent, do you want to try this?” “Leave me alone. I am not hungry.” With the four’s appearance, the party became noisy. But no one tried to bother them. They are from different packs, and they feared that a simple mistake could lead to a fight. Brett slugged the cocktail drink as he peered at Vincent. He placed the empty glass on the side and then walked closer to them. When Brett stood next to them, the four men looked at him in unison. “Hello, my brother-in-law.” Brett’s greetings put Vincent in a foul mood. “Are you enjoying the party?” Brett asked. He picked up another glass from the server and clinked it with Vincent’s glass. Kling. Vincent’

Years ago…Maxine was waiting in front of the white van. She was hoping to have a glance with the man she adores so much. She kept on asking if Reporter Harold Griffin is there. Therefore, one staff came out from the van and gave her an answer.“Miss. Reporter Griffin won’t be here,” he said. At the same time, Harold was on his way to the van. He stopped when he saw a woman handling something his cameraman. “I see. So, he is not here. Anyway, you are Reporter Griffin’s cameraman, right? Can you give him this hot pack instead? The weather is so cold. I am worried that he’ll freeze to death.”Hiding behind the streetlight post, Harold peeked at the stubborn girl. “Tsss,” he clicked his tongue. Raising his hand, he brushed his black hair with his fingers and said, “That’s too much from a fangirl. I am not even a singer or an idol,” he grunted.‘Besides, no matter how cold it is, a werewolf like me can handle it,’ he added inwardly. “Thank you so much!” Harold peeked again and saw t

The Alpha of the Den feels tipsy.What happened?He was so sure that he would not drink any alcoholic beverages in this party. However, some things some and go. He felt so aggravated when Chocolate called him stupid for coming in the party just to see Maxine, and that he’s a loser. Annoyed, Vincent forgot his vow and emptied a bottle of wine.‘Me? An Alpha? She called me a loser?!’ It does not make sense. Vincent accepted his defeat against Chandler, but why does he need to face the same humiliation against the Alpha of Holmes?“Tss.”He clicked his tongue and raised his bottle. It did not take him long to finish The Most Shiraz red wine that has 13% alcohol content.As a werewolves, Vincent knows that he has surprisingly low alcohol tolerance. He remembered that just now when he felt suddenly dizzy while looking around the party. But even if his sight is blurry, he could see the contempt in WayHoRix members’ eyes.Vincent knew that no one from the three packs would be happy to see h

The bright moon appears bigger than before. Moonlight passed through the window of an abandoned werehouse where a werewolf is binded with a rope made with silver. He was covered with bloody wounds.“Let me go! You damn hunters! I am a Delta from Wayne!” the wounded werewolf shouted. But no one came as his aide.Out of breath, he looked at one of the werewolf hunter who brought him here in force.“Why did you bring me here? I am from Holmes pack. If I get out of here, there might be a war between Holmes and Wayne.”The hunters just looked at each other and laughed while shaking their heads.‘Negotiation won’t work,’ he told to himself.He looked around and found out that all windows were shut down. The unusual quietness implies that he was brought in a remote area.Few minutes passed.Wincing in pain, the wounded captive heard footsteps. He looked forward and saw an approaching silhoutte. Narrowing his eyes, he watched him. From the dimlight, a man appeared.His cheeey cat-like eyes we