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The werewolf’s kiss was passionate and possessive.
As if he wanted to grind and melt me into his very being.
It was an almost brutal invasion, and I could only whimper and endure.
My fingertips gripped the fabric of his shirt at his shoulders.
In the quiet space, only the sound of our lips melding could be heard.
Hormones permeated the air.
Silas’s tail and ears instinctively burst forth.
His tail wrapped around my waist, gently caressing the increasingly vivid red mark.
Something clicked in my mind, making everything clear.
I whimpered, wanting to stop.
But Silas had clearly gotten a taste and wanted more.
I raised my hand and firmly kneaded the base of his wolf ear.
Silas’s entire body immediately stiffened.
“Ugh…”
He pulled away from my lips.
His eyes were red and glistening.
He frowned slightly, staring at me intensely.
I scoffed softly.
“We’re not done talking yet.”
“Tell me everything about that marriage alliance, and the mark on my waist. Tell me the truth.”
Silas lowered his head, rubbing against my neck.
1 gently stroked his ear.
He wagged his tail contentedly.
His voice was muffled and soft:
“You’re my chosen wife. Of course, I had to formally propose.”
“But they got it wrong. I only want to marry you, and only *will* marry you. As for that tattoo mark…”
He trailed off, his hand instinctively slipping to my–waiste
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He trailed off, his hand instinctively slipping to my waist.
Touching the burning red mark.
He looked up at me.
A mischievous glint flickered in his beautiful silver–gray eyes.
He whispered, his voice intimate and lingering:
“That’s my unique mark. In our werewolf clan, it means-”
“I will forever willingly submit to you.”
The moment Silas finished speaking,
He scooped me up and strode into the bedroom.
This time, I didn’t stop him.
I pressed myself against him, whispering a name into his ear.
I felt his body instantly stiffen.
The next second, I was tossed onto the bed.
His wolf tail immediately wrapped around me.
The desire in his eyes was overflowing.
His body was burning hot; he had already entered his heat cycle during our earlier contact.
“Baby, you really have a death wish.”
As Silas leaned down, the comments in my mind began to fade, almost blocked out.
**[Do it! Do it like you mean it!]**
**[I paid for this! This is what I want to see!]**
**[I heard werewolves are exceptionally good in that department. Is it true or fake?]**
**Only after watching scenes like this can a strong, independent woman have the energy to support her family!]**
**How many times can they do it in one night? How long does one session last?]**
**Hey, hey, why is the screen black now?! Complaint!!)**
**if it’s black, it’s like you’re not treating us as family!)**
Later, I learned that the Sterling family had collapsed due to financial meltdown.
it was also discovered that Mr and Mrs. Sterling had been involved in illegal operations, and they both went to jail in their later
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It was also discovered that Mr. and Mrs. Sterling had been involved in illegal operations, and they both went to jail in their later
years.
Ashton Sterling’s life also plummeted. I heard he tried to find me several times.
But Silas’s influence blocked him every time.
The next news I heard about him was the report of his death in a drunk driving accident.
At that time, Silas had taken me back to the Blackwood clan’s ancestral home.
I had just groggily woken up in bed.
And was about to go out for something to eat.
When I stood up, my legs felt weak and shaky, and I almost lost my balance.
I silently cursed Silas.
Just as I stepped out of the bedroom,
A tail wrapped around my waist.
The next second, I was completely pulled back into the room by a huge, powerful wolf tail.
Silas held me close, his kisses raining down on my body.
“Enough, Silas…!”
I gasped out my refusal.
Then I met his watery eyes.
Silas’s voice was soft, like a whine:
“You know, baby, I’m in my heat cycle.”
“I can’t live without you.”
My heart, as always, gave a powerful, defiant thump.
I could only weakly repeat:
“Last time.”
The rest of my words were muffled by his soft kiss.
Only later did I realize that the comments had not appeared for a long time.
Those strange, fantastical things seemed to have just been a dream.
But I knew that, back in that rainstorm,
When I picked up the wounded Silas,
The gears of destiny had begun to turn.
Those strange, fantastical things seemed to have just been a dream.
But I knew that, back in that rainstorm,
When I picked up the wounded Silas,
The gears of destiny had begun to turn.
And our story,
Had quietly begun.
