All Chapters of A Werewolf's Growth and Redemption: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Hearing Peter's suggestion, I wanted to roll my eyes, but alas, my face could hardly convey any complex emotions in this form. I could only silently grumble in my mind, wondering if Peter was doing this on purpose by choosing such a "familiar" name for me. Neil tilted his head and repeated, "Ryan?" His voice held a hint of hesitation, as if he was seriously considering the name. At that moment, Ken Yimo chimed in, his tone teasing. "Isn't this a case of who’s not here losing out? Naming the dog after Ryan, who isn’t even present?" Harry seemed to catch on, jokingly remarking, "Well, who told him to leave first? Lucky for me I didn’t take off early; otherwise, the dog would’ve been named Harry." Laughter filled the living room, lightening the atmosphere. While everyone appeared to be enjoying themselves, I knew deep down that the mission was far from over. My brothers had begun

I quickly sent a message to Ethan, informing him about the multitude of surveillance cameras in the castle and requesting that he take action to swap out the cameras in Neil's bedroom and bathroom. Within moments, Ethan replied, assuring me that he would get right on it. He also asked if I needed any further assistance. I told him that for now, I didn’t require anything additional—just to ensure that the surveillance in those two crucial places wouldn't expose my movements. His swift response reassured me. I felt a sense of camaraderie, knowing that I had someone I could rely on to help dismantle the oppressive monitoring Ken Yimo had set up. Together, we could create a safer environment for Neil, and I was determined to do whatever it took to protect him from the unseen dangers lurking within the castle walls. Next, I quickly logged into our group chat to update everyone on my recent findings. I detailed the

The next scene nearly took my breath away. Ken Yimo advanced his invasion, slowly removing Neil's clothing, each layer stripped away felt like it was robbing him of his last shred of dignity. The devil's voice dripped with seduction and manipulation: "Don't be afraid; this is how Daddy loves you. Can you let Daddy love you? And can you love Daddy?" Neil helplessly gripped the bedsheets, his hands taut and pale, yet he still managed to nod slightly. At that moment, I could no longer bear to watch. I quickly pressed the pause button, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. But just seconds later, my fingers trembled as I couldn't resist sliding the video forward again. The sounds that followed shattered my sanity. Neil’s pleas, choked and trembling, echoed through the video as he begged, “Daddy... please...” His voice shifted from a quiver to a hoarse whisper, ultimately exhausted of strength, while Ken Yimo showed

Neil tilted his head slightly, a look of confusion crossing his face, before gently shaking his head. The motion was slow, as if he were trying to convince himself that he truly couldn’t remember. His eyes were clean and hollow, as if not remembering didn’t strike him as strange at all. A sense of dread washed over me. My instincts told me this wasn’t ordinary amnesia; the boy must have been sleepwalking. “Have you ever experienced anything like this before?” I asked cautiously. “For instance, have you woken up in an unfamiliar place, or found yourself soaked like just now, or encountered any other strange occurrences?” Neil pondered for a moment, as if he were trying to recall something, then spoke slowly: “When I was in the Randolph house, I used to sleep on a cardboard box in the storage room, but sometimes I’d wake up on the living room floor. Dad, Mom, and Nelson said I have such a p

To my surprise, Neil pouted in protest. “It’s not like I haven’t seen it before!” he objected. “Huh? Seen what?” I was taken aback, not quite following. With a perfectly serious expression, Neil replied, “When Ryan is in little wolfdog form, you don’t wear any clothes.” I paused, startled, then couldn’t help but burst into laughter. This kid was so pure, so completely innocent—he genuinely saw nothing odd about it at all. I put on a mock-offended look, clutching my chest as if deeply wounded. "So… you’ve seen everything then, haven’t you?" I said, feigning a dramatic sense of betrayal. Seeing my exaggerated expression, Neil couldn’t hold back and finally burst out laughing. His smile bloomed like flowers in spring, lighting up the whole room and warming it with his joy. I narrowed my eyes playfully and pointed a finger at him. “Oh, you’re laughing now? You kn