All Chapters of Ripped My Title, He Loves Me More: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

For the first time, Mia feels the home she has lived in since she was a child was so big. Too big.Her right leg is injured. The wound is a little above the knee. Running brushes her skirt against the wound over and over, the pain trembles her knees. But she can’t stop. Two people are after her, aiming for her life. She has no spare mind for anything but fleeing, so she hlods the hem of the skirt as much as she can with her one free hand.She has her phone in her other hand. The thing that she is depending her life on -- she is calling him. Only HE can save her. After the call ends on itself she would just dial it again, praying he would pick up.He never did.She just witnessed her father and mother murdered burtally, and all she could count on is her husband, her Alpha, her everything that’s left.But he is not answering his phone.Today was meant to be a casule, cozy family night. She came home for supper. Her brother and sister-in-law put the noisy child to bed when she stayed in

6:40 in the evening, Creekview Manor, the charity dinner held by Kade Pharma of Pack Deimos is starting in 20 minutes.The core executives of the pack gathered together, with many important people of the city there supporting the event. The manor is brightly lit, the dazzling light able to be seen miles away. The guests are all glamorous, neatly dressed in their luxurious custom-made and glimmering jewelry, looking noble.Media are squatting at the entrance, some wandering around the banquet with their cameras flashing nonstop, capturing the glamorous faces with their lens, phones on gimbals or simply in hands.The host of the dinner party though, Bruce Kade, has not yet appeared. The guests gather together in twos and threes, chatting heatedly.Mia has an old mobile phone on a gimbals. With a fake media ID, she has been able to sneak into the party without rising suspicion."Remember, you are hired by Mrs. Adina as her private photographer. That’s her thing, everyone knows it. Except

Bruce stands in that empty corner, confused at his excited wolf: “There is nothing here.”“Yes, there is!” Aspen insists, lowering his head and sniffs around. He sniffs from left to right and up and down, occasionally stops and thinks before he continue.Finally when he found the wall Mia leaned against he jumps up: “Here! Right here! She came back! She was here!”“She is?” Bruce mumbles, couldn’t believe what he just heard.Staring at the gray-green wallpapered corner for a very long moment, Bruce then slowly stretches out a hand, putting his slightly trembling fingers over it.“Are you sure?” Bruce tries to feel the wall. He is dreadful to“Definitely! A hundred percent sure!” Aspen pushes his nose close to sniff again, taking in the scent carefully, “It’s her! She was right here not too long ago!”Thank the moon goddess! She is still alive. There were so many sleepless nights where he struggles in bed, haunted by the possibility that she might have died already. Bruce clenches his

Surrounded by a crowd, it took all his upbringing and patience engraved in his blood for Bruce to stay put for Sophia’s return.When Sophia finally comes back, Bruce is right in the middle of a patriarchal lecture from Theodore, the Alpha of Pack Scarlett Stone: “Next month, Seraphina Estate in the southern subrub. You must come. Sharing the same city, our two packs should pick up friendly events like this.”Sophia gives a light, firm nod from a distance outside the elite circle surrunding Bruce, and his eyes immediately light up. He basically cut off the old man’s slow speech, squeezing out the last drop of courtesy as he says with curved lips: “Sorry, but my secretary is here with an important matter. I’ll let her handle the matter of the manquet next month though. You are absolutely right about us improving contact.”As he speak, he pats Theodore on his arm, barely expressing his courtesy before he pushes aside the crowd and leaves.“Speak,” Heading out the ballroom, Bruce demands.

Woken up by a basin of cold water poured on him, Clint Wood is totally out of there for long.Four bulky bodyguards on his sides, Clint found himself in a rather hard spot with a fearful Alpha sitting in front of him, eyes ice cold. The Alpha of pack Deimos. Clint doesn't need to check the internet to know this man. Besides the sullen Alpha stands THE secretary of his, her eyes with a shade of confusion but mostly pity when she looks over.Clint understands her look -- he is NOT in a good shape. Sitting on the floor, he is dripping all over from the tip of his hair. His hands shaking from the stun gun a moment ago. He can’t seem to sit straight because of the burn on his waist.But the Alpha remains his top one problem -- Clint can’t read this man -- his eyes are too deep. Clint can only assume the Alpha is not very happy from the timid look of the secretary.“The one who knocked you out, what did they want?” Giving Clint a moment to wake up, Bruce takes the time to observe the oily m