Werewolf

After Ron left, I immediately started packing. 
After packing for a long time, I found that many of my intimate clothes were missing. 
I got angry, threw things on the floor. 
"Not only can't they clean properly, but they also take my intimate clothes. How dare they!" 
I couldn't stand it anymore, immediately exerted my authority, and ordered the working servants to come in one by one. 
Fortunately, even though I was on bad terms with Ron, I was still the Alpha's mate in name. The servants in the pack were still obedient and all came over. I pointed at them, scolding each one: "Who? Who dared to take my things?" 
"I'm giving you a chance now; return everything you took." 
“If I discover who took them, you’ll face severe consequences.”
The servants bowed their heads, panic-stricken, but no one admitted it. Anyway, I was going to leave, so I didn't have to be nice to them. 
I pointed at th

I stood behind the door, covering my racing heart, breathing rapidly. 
Suddenly, I remembered that Ron had indeed gone to the shaman before, lying to me that he had a hidden leg injury. 
I had even secretly sent someone to inquire; Ron didn't go in person, but secretly slipped a note to the shaman for a check-up. 
I didn't think it was strange at the time. After all, if word got out that an Alpha of a pack was injured, the whole pack would be in crisis. 
Now, I'm afraid there's another reason. 
I left immediately, and sent someone to investigate. 
Finally, the note Ron wrote to the shaman with his own hand was delivered to me intact. 
I hid in the corner of the room, opening it secretly. The feeling made my whole body tingle. I unfolded the note. 
Ron: "My condition is getting worse. Every time I get close to her, my whole body seems to be on fire, I can't control myself at all." 
"I lov

The three young warriors had long turned pale and fled in panic. 
Previously, I would have been overjoyed to see Ron like this—it meant he was jealous and thus angry.
But now, perhaps Ron was just saving face. I forced myself to look away from his body, bit the tip of my tongue to stay awake. 
"Bodies are all the same, and besides, they're more willing to show me." 
Before I finished speaking, he suddenly pulled me over. His hot body pressed against me instantly, his solid chest against mine, leaving no gap. One big hand firmly clasped my lower back, the other propped against the tree trunk beside my ear, trapping me completely in his arms. 
"What do you want?" His hot breath hit my face. 
I struggled hard, my hands pressing against his sweaty, hot chest. 
"Ron, let me go!" 
The hard, iron-like touch made my fingertips tingle, draining my strength. In the struggle, my fingers accidentally brushed his tight abs; his body trembled suddenly, and a low growl escaped his throat. 
The hand on my waist tightened suddenly, almost crushing me. 
"Ron... forcing isn't good..." I panted, my voice trembling. 
The strong male pheromones on him seemed to completely intoxicate me. Making me flustered. 
He stared at me fiercely. Complex emotions surged in his eyes. 
"Fine... then." He stepped back. 
He didn't look at me again and turned to leave. 
After that day, Ron was obedient, keeping his distance from me. 
Every night, he slept on the floor beside my bed, no longer sharing the bed. 
But at midnight, I always felt hot, as if something was pressing against me. 
There were often a few drops of unknown liquid by the bed that hadn't been cleaned up in time. 
These servants are getting lazier and lazier. Could it be that they all knew Ron and I were on bad terms and started neglecting me? 
It's fine; we both know how to handle this relationship. 
Ron, enduring sleeping in the same room with me every night, must have been fed up for a long time, right? Sending these servants to disgust me, not cleaning properly, hinting that I should leave? 
Thinking of this, my face darkened. 
Ron was getting up from the bed. 
I couldn't help but say: "Ron, what are these servants doing?" 
"Can't they even keep things clean?" 
I pointed at the few drops of unknown liquid by the bed, angry. 
When Ron saw it, he froze for a moment, and his ears seemed to turn red. "Yeah..." Then his tone returned to its usual coldness. 
"I'll tell them to do their jobs properly and clean up well." 
With our relationship so strained, I thought he would either stay silent or fly into a rage. Unexpectedly, he still acted like a good mate. 
What a mockery. 
Aren't you tired of acting? 
I sneered and held my tongue, knowing words would be wasted. 
Anyway, I had drafted the document, waiting to submit it to the council of elders for approval. By then, Ron and I would have no relationship. 
He got up and put on his clothes as if nothing had happened. 
Ron packed his things, ready to go far away again. 
At the door, he suddenly turned around and said coldly: "You'd better not cause any more trouble these days. Wait for me to come back." 
I didn't reply, just watched him leave. 
Wait for you? Ron, I'm afraid there's no chance. 
I've had enough of this acting. 



After Ron left, I immediately started packing. 
After packing for a long time, I found that many of my intimate clothes were missing. 
I got angry, threw things on the floor. 
"Not only can't they clean properly, but they also take my intimate clothes. How dare they!" 
I couldn't stand it anymore, immediately exerted my authority, and ordered the working servants to come in one by one. 
Fortunately, even though I was on bad terms with Ron, I was still the Alpha's mate in name. The servants in the pack were still obedient and all came over. I pointed at them, scolding each one: "Who? Who dared to take my things?" 
"I'm giving you a chance now; return everything you took." 
“If I discover who took them, you’ll face severe consequences.”
The servants bowed their heads, panic-stricken, but no one admitted it. Anyway, I was going to leave, so I didn't have to be nice to them. 
I pointed at the steward. 
"You!" 
"You arranged the cleaning; tell me, where are my intimate clothes?!" 
The stewa

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