After Refusing to be Luna, I Marked the Alpha's Shadow Chapter 9

It took Liam a long time to react. He was about to ask when Harper discovered him.

But before he could speak, the call hung up.

"Harper!" Liam immediately called back, but the prompt said the phone was turned off.

Harper didn't intend to answer again. It was as if she took that call just to tell him:

His scheme failed. The hunter had become the prey.

Liam pressed his lips tight, his face sinking completely. The wolf inside him let out an angry roar.

Seeing his expression, someone beside him asked carefully, "Liam? What's wrong?"

"Did that bumpkin upset you? I'll send someone to drag her back for you to vent on right now."

"Shut up."

Liam glanced coldly at the person, who immediately shut his mouth.

He took a deep breath, gripping the railing, trying to suppress the anger in his chest. But his fingers turned white from the force, crushing cracks into the solid wood railing. The fire in his heart only burned hotter.

No one had ever dared to play him like this! A dignified Alpha heir, played by a female!

He closed his eyes. His mind was filled with the words Harper said before she left.

Going to Europe, begging the Blackwood family at the banquet... it was all fake!

What was she thinking when she lied to him? Was she thinking he'd believe it? Laughing inside at how naive, stupid, and easy to trick he was?

Taking out that defective necklace, watching him look touched... how did she sneer at his moment of sincerity?

Detestable. Hateful!

What annoyed him even more was that hearing Harper broke the engagement, he wasn't as happy as he imagined.

Liam smashed the railing with his palm, took a deep breath, trying his best to suppress the rage. He turned to the group of scared followers and spoke coldly.

"Use the family network. Find out where Harper Evans is right now."

He would make her pay.

On the other side, in a small town in the South.

I hung up the phone. I knew Liam would track me for revenge, but too bad, I wasn't in that city anymore.

Walking out of the airport, I looked at the task information on my phone.

I contacted the person listed: "Hello, you contacted me for combat instruction?"

I had saved some money, but the Royal Academy was expensive. During the break, I planned to earn more by taking private bodyguard or training jobs.

I had won many titles in fighting tournaments. After sending my awards to the employer upon seeing the ad, he immediately invited me here to be a private coach.

"Hello, are you at the airport now? I sent my eldest son to pick you up."

"Pick me up?" I was about to ask for a description. The next moment, a clear and familiar voice came from behind me, carrying an Alpha aura stronger and wilder than Liam's.

"Harper."

I froze. I turned and saw a tall, familiar figure standing behind me.

The boy wore a simple black tactical vest. The bright, dazzling sun spilled from the lobby glass, casting mottled light and shadow on his face through the crowd.

His features were sharp, his brows handsome, but there was a faint scar—a medal left by survival in the wild.

Across the sea of people, his golden wolf eyes looked at me lightly. The smile in his eyes was faint, yet it seemed to pin me in place.

After a long time, he said, "Long time no see."

My heart jumped, and my inner wolf let out a pleased low hum. Looking at this boy I had once fallen for, I smiled slightly.

"Long time no see."

"Ethan."

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