I adopted a wounded werewolf. He’d always look at me with those damp, innocent eyes, nudging his head into my palm. But then I’d wake up every day feeling achy and drained. And strange, burning red marks started appearing on my lower back. It wasn’t until the full moon that he pinned me down, hard, making me utterly helpless. Suddenly, lines of text flashed across my vision— **[The male lead saw the female lead just once and his heat cycle got triggered early! This is truly a fated love!]** **[The villainess doesn’t actually think the werewolf likes her, does she? Every time she touches him, the male lead feels sick to his stomach!]** **[Later, when the villainess hurts the female lead, the male lead throws her directly into a pack of wild werewolves to be played to death! Serves her right!]** The comments appeared just as Silas, deep in his heat cycle, had me pressed hard against the bed. His body was scorching hot, his bare skin radiating heat. His fluffy wolf tail, which had burst out uncontrollably, coiled around my waist, tightening its grip. It carried a potent mix of untamed wildness and intense possessiveness. I couldn’t help but knead his wolf ears a little harder. He let out a low groan. His brow furrowed slightly, his sweat-slicked face flushed. His silver-gray eyes locked onto mine, hot desire practically spilling from them. His warm, lingering breath brushed against my neck. His voice, deep and husky, whispered: “Easy there, that spot is… very sensitive.” A thick, sensuous atmosphere filled the bedroom. Silas spoke, his wolf ears twitching, rubbing gently against my palm. He was as docile and clingy as ever. But the comments in my mind kept swirling— **[The male lead saw the female lead once during the day and it triggered his heat early! This is truly a fated love!]** **[The villainess doesn’t actually think Silas likes her, does she? He’s just faking being good to trick her right now. Every time she touches him, the male lead feels like throwing up, okay?!]** **[Later, she even dares to hurt our precious female lead, Izzy. The male lead throws her directly into a maddened werewolf pack and she gets played to death!]** My hand froze. Then I pulled it away from his wolf ear. Silas noticed, his gaze still fixed on me. But there was a hint of confusion and a lot of restraint in his eyes. I could feel the change in his body beneath me. After a moment, I averted my gaze. “Silas, get off me,” I ordered. His brow tightened at my words. He narrowed his eyes, staring at me. His soft, massive wolf tail gently patted my leg. It was like a whine, or maybe a complaint. “You promised you’d help me tonight…” **[LOL, how good is the male lead at acting? He’s probably disgusted in his heart!]** **[He’s just letting the villainess help him through his initial heat so he’ll have more experience later and won’t hurt the female lead!]** **[The male lead is faking all of this. He’s only his true self with the female lead!]** **[The villainess is just a tool. Our darling female lead is the one the male lead truly cherishes!]** Seeing those comments, My mind felt like it had been hit with a baseball bat. I raised my hand, defiant, to touch Silas’s bare chest. His sweaty muscles instantly tensed, and a vein pulsed in his forehead. Then, instinctively, he recoiled. My hand hung in mid-air. A strange, bitter ache welled up in my heart. He noticed my reaction after a moment and tried to press his face into my hand. I pulled my hand back. I deliberately avoided his crestfallen gaze. Seizing the moment while he was distracted, I pushed him away and scrambled off the bed. I grabbed an inhibitor from the nightstand. And tossed it onto the bed. “Inject yourself,” I said, before turning and walking away. I went out to the living room balcony to calm my nerves. After a long contemplation, I finally called The Shifter Registry. “Hello, my werewolf’s injuries have healed. Please send someone to pick him up as soon as possible.” “Yes, as soon as possible. Thank you.” After hanging up, I turned to go back inside. I looked up and saw a tall figure standing by the wall. Silas stood there, exuding a dangerous, stormy gloom. His eyes were dark and chilling. After a long moment, he quietly asked: “You don’t want me anymore?”
Silas’s gaze sent shivers down my spine. In the past, he was always docile and clingy. Around me, he was more like a giant wolf-dog. Nothing like this now, hidden in the shadows, like a phantom. **[The villainess is finally giving up on the male lead?! The male lead is so happy he’s showing his true colors!]** **[Is the plot moving faster? That’s good! We’ll get to see the male and female leads’ happy sex life soon~]** **[Don’t let Silas’s look fool you, he’s probably ecstatic inside!]** **[After all, with no evil villainess bothering him, he can finally be with his darling female lead!]** The comments flashed rapidly through my mind. And my heart grew colder inch by inch. Meeting his gaze, I said calmly: “You’re an independent being. Now that you’re fully recovered, you should go back.” Silas stared at me silently. After a long pause, he took a step, closing in on me. His intense scent enveloped me. My heart tightened involuntarily. I tried to retreat, but he immediately grabbed my wrist. He pressed my hand against his warm, hard chest. He watched me intently, his eyes glistening. Both wolf ears drooped, making him look surprisingly pitiful. His voice was soft and slow, almost a seduction: “Touch it. It says it doesn’t want to leave you.” Beneath my palm, I felt the powerful thrum of his beating heart. My heart fluttered despite myself. **[The male lead is acting again. The villainess won’t actually fall for it, will she?]** **[Actually, the male lead is already dying to go find his darling female lead!]** **[Wake up, villainess. Who do you think you are? Do you really believe the male lead would be obsessed with you?!]** A sharp pain pierced my heart. It felt like a giant hand was squeezing it, suffocating and unbearable. After a moment, I yanked my hand free from Silas. “You don’t belong here. Leave,” I said coldly. Without another word, I walked into the guest room. I locked the door, pulled the covers over my head, and lay down. Listening to Silas’s low murmurs outside the door, my heart ached with bitterness. The comments kept swirling all night. I didn’t sleep well. But I finally understood that the world I was in was just a novel. And the “comments” were actually the readers’ segment reviews. I accepted this fact almost instantly. After all, the female lead they talked about was Isabelle Sterling, the Sterling family’s cherished daughter. My life had become strange ever since the Sterling family found me, their real biological daughter who was switched at birth, six months ago. Isabelle became what everyone called the “fake heiress.” But that didn’t stop her from still being the Sterling family’s adored daughter, the apple of everyone’s eye. And me, supposedly the real heiress, The Sterlings treated me warily, afraid Isabelle would be upset by her true origins, so they discriminated against me. Even the staff didn’t take me seriously. The day I found Silas, Isabelle accused me of tearing up her piano competition invitation, and the Sterling family threw me out. My birth mother said she regretted finding me if I was so jealous. My biological brother, Ashton, hugged Isabelle protectively and glared at me coldly. In the pouring rain, I said nothing. On my way out, I found Silas, covered in blood. He was barely alive, licking my fingertips weakly. I thought he must have been bullied too. So, in the end, I brought him home. The next morning, the werewolf was gone from the house. The Shifter Registry must have picked him up. I felt a sense of relief. But also a touch of wistfulness. After getting ready, I went to the Federal Institute of Biological Sciences. As soon as I entered the building, a male voice called out to me. “Blair, why do you look so pale?” “Didn’t sleep well?” Landon Price, the new head of my department, was gentle and kind, offering me a cup of coffee. Perhaps because he was an older student from my alma mater, he’d been quite caring towards me lately. I was just about to take the coffee with a smile. When the comments appeared in my mind— **[LOL, the villainess almost thought the male lead was genuinely kind to her!]** **[She’ll never know that the male lead is only approaching her to steal her research results and give them to his darling female lead!]** **[She doesn’t actually think the male lead would like her, does she? Hahaha, a mere villainess isn’t worthy!]** **[In reality, the male lead has long been disgusted by her. Every time he gives her something, he’s totally repulsed!]**
My outstretched hand paused. Landon’s smile remained gentle. But there was a hint of impatience in his eyes from holding the coffee too long. Seeing my troubled expression, he asked, “What’s wrong?” I pulled my hand back. “I have something to do. I can’t chat,” I said flatly. Without waiting for his reply, I stepped directly into the elevator. I’d thought maybe someone would treat me with genuine kindness. But it seemed everyone had their own hidden agenda. Still, my words weren’t entirely an excuse. The institute had recently taken in a batch of mutated creatures. I was busy with their assessment and integration. My life during this period became a routine, a straight line between home and the institute. The house felt a little empty without a werewolf. It was a bit strange at first. But gradually, I felt nothing about it. After all, Silas’s life and mine were just two intersecting lines. After a brief convergence, we would forever diverge. That day, when my work at the institute was done, I walked out of the lab. Peeling off my sterile gloves, I asked my assistant: “Have the last batch of test subjects been sent out?” For evaluated test subjects, aggressive creatures were to be sent to The Federal Institute of Biological Sciences for unified handling. Non-dangerous creatures were to be returned to their owners. My assistant flipped through some files. “All non-aggressive creatures have been returned,” she replied diligently. “However, there’s still one mutated Ragdoll cat left. The researchers here are busy, so it might take a few days to send it off.” I asked for the cat owner’s address. My assistant gave me a location. It wasn’t too far, so I decided to return it myself. I secured the pet carrier in the back seat and drove to the destination. When I arrived at the villa gate, I rang the doorbell. The door opened to a familiar face. “Blair? It’s actually you.” Isabelle, dressed in luxurious, exquisite clothes, looked me up and down. Then she let out a light laugh. “Do you regret leaving the Sterling family?” “So you’ve come to beg me to put in a good word for you?” Isabelle crossed her arms, her tone dismissive and mocking. Her attitude made me feel a little lost. I simply handed her the pet carrier and said blandly: “I’m from the institute. You submitted a mutated Ragdoll cat.” “After evaluation, this cat is non-aggressive. Please ensure its proper care.” The woman took the carrier. Her face showed a hint of surprise when she heard “institute.” Then her eyes turned green with envy and hatred. I remembered shortly after I was found by the Sterling family, my birth mother had talked to me. She’d asked if I could give my research position at the institute to Isabelle. Just because Isabelle liked it. I was astonished. The institute was a federal agency, directly managed by the government. I had gone through layers of selection to get in; it was an extremely competitive process. Moreover, I had already made significant achievements there. Why should I give it up just because she liked it? So I refused. From then on, Isabelle had targeted me at every turn. “What’s there to be proud of, working at the institute?!” The woman scoffed. Just then, footsteps sounded from the living room. “Izzy, who is it? What’s taking so long?” Isabelle’s eyes subtly darkened, and her gaze flickered. She then forcefully grabbed the cat directly from the pet carrier. I sharply warned: “Be careful!” Even if the cat wasn’t aggressive, it was still a mutated species. Without proper care, it could still hurt someone. The next second, I heard the cat’s furious snarls. The cat, agitated, bit and clawed. When Ashton Sterling walked out, he saw the woman’s arms covered in bloody scratch marks. His face immediately hardened. He promptly threw the cat aside. His voice filled with worried tension: “Are you okay, Izzy? I’ll take you to the hospital!” Isabelle’s face was pale from the pain. Her eyes welled with tears as she glanced at me, then quickly clutched Ashton. She feigned innocence and kindness, saying: “It’s okay, brother. Please don’t blame Blair.” “She said this cat was non-aggressive after testing, so I touched it. I never expected…” “Maybe she’s upset that I took what should have been her place, that’s why she did this. But I don’t blame her.” Ashton, hearing this, glared at me, furious. He looked utterly enraged, his chest heaving: “Blair! How could you be so cruel?” “She’s my Sterling family’s precious darling, cherished for over twenty years! How dare an outsider like you bully her?!”
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