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Returning home alone, I found myself enveloped in an endless wave of anxiety and unease. The memory of Neil witnessing my transformation into a white wolf and then fleeing haunted me relentlessly. The panic and turmoil I felt were indescribable, like a storm raging within me. Normally, I would wait for Neil to return before retiring to our room, seeking comfort in his presence. But this time was different. This time, I chose to retreat into the solitude of my own space, seeking refuge from the tumult of my emotions.As I entered the room, a suffocating silence greeted me, thick with the weight of my apprehensions. I sank into a chair, my mind swirling with thoughts, each one a thread in the tapestry of fear and worry that consumed me. Every creak of the floorboards, every whisper of the wind outside, seemed to magnify my sense of isolation. The room, once a sanctuary, now felt like a prison, its walls closing in around me.I sat there, lost in a maze of doubts and insecurities, unable
A Werewolf's Growth and Redemption My Happiest Day
As Neil's birthday approached, I found myself engulfed in a whirlwind of secret planning, determined to orchestrate a celebration unlike any other. With the day falling on a Saturday and neither of us having any classes, I resolved to whisk Neil away on a two-day, one-night adventure to a serene hot spring retreat. Every detail meticulously plotted, I labored over each element, striving to tailor the experience to his tastes and ensure that this trip would become a cherished memory between us.On the Saturday morning of Neil's birthday, I eagerly delved into the final and most crucial stage of my preparations. Sneaking into his room while he slumbered peacefully, I carefully selected a few of his favorite outfits from his closet, envisioning his delighted expression when he discovered them neatly packed for our journey. With quiet determination, I gathered some of his go-to skincare products and facial cleansers from his bathroom, ensuring that his grooming routine wouldn't be disrupt
A Werewolf's Growth and Redemption My Longed Moment
The moment he nodded his head, it was as if my composure, which I had been working so hard to maintain, vanished.I moved closer to him, gently holding his face with both hands and leaned in for a warm, affectionate kiss. As I felt him becoming more comfortable, I explored his face with tender kisses on his cheeks, eyes, and lips before returning to a gentle embrace. I paused periodically to share smiles and infuse positivity into the experience.As we shared this moment, I removed my jacket and brought my hands to his face, deepening our connection with more caring kisses. I felt his hands on my waist, holding onto my tank top, and I was delighted by his growing comfort. I gently caressed his chin and covered his face with tender kisses, even playfully rubbing our noses together before returning to a close, intimate kiss. I embraced him by holding his neck and letting him wrap his arms around my waist, our bodies drawing closer as we continued to share this special moment.I gently l
A Werewolf's Growth and Redemption My Rival: who is just a plushie
Waking up to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, I found myself lost in the warmth of the previous night's memories. As I lay there, eyes closed, I couldn't help but replay the events of yesterday, each moment etched vividly in my mind. It was one of those rare, perfect days that you wish could last forever.With a contented smile playing on my lips, I slowly opened my eyes, eager to start the day by stealing a glance at the man who had filled my heart with joy. But as my gaze fell upon him, nestled in the embrace of slumber, something caught my attention. Instead of being wrapped in my arms, he held a small grey wolf plushie close to his chest.Instantly, a twinge of jealousy stirred within me. How could he choose a stuffed toy over me? Suppressing the feeling, I gently extracted myself from his embrace and reached for the plushie, my mind already concocting playful scenarios of reclaiming my place as the sole object of his affection.With the plushie in hand, I ti
A Werewolf's Growth and Redemption My Rival : Real one
On the day of departure, both of us were filled with anticipation, and our smiles never left us, except for a small incident — because I unilaterally upgraded to business class, he felt that economy class was just fine and there was no need to spend money on an upgrade, especially for a relatively short flight. I confidently reassured him that I had the means and there was no need to worry about money. After that, he didn't say much more. Perhaps he might have felt slightly disappointed, but for me, it was truly inconsequential, hardly even worth mentioning.I sat by the window, reclined, and closed my eyes. Just before I drifted off, Neil was still seated beside me. After a while, I felt something brushing against my legs through my jeans. Opening my eyes, I saw a child attempting to get closer to the window to see the view outside.Why was there a child beside me? In my drowsiness, I had a ridiculous thought — when did Neil turn into a child? I shook off the drowsiness and tried to
A Werewolf's Growth and Redemption Our Seaside Trip (1) : Enemies on a narrow road
During the remainder of the flight, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease knowing that a dangerous individual was seated behind us. I sensed his gaze lingering on Neil. Even when I tried to block his view, he persisted in staring in our direction, as if he could see straight through me to Neil. There were moments when I genuinely wanted to turn around and give him a piece of my mind, but I knew that would only end up putting me in the wrong.Upon disembarking, all I could think about was getting Neil away as quickly as possible, but we had to wait for our luggage. So, I clung tightly to Neil, escorting him wherever he needed to go. If he needed the restroom, I went with him; if I wanted to buy a bottle of water, I dragged him along. As it turned out, this approach was the right one, because no matter where we went, I kept catching sight of that man, his eyes fixed on us, especially on Neil. If it was merely coincidental, our actions certainly didn't seem to justify his scrutiny.
A Werewolf's Growth and Redemption Our Seaside Trip (2) : Transformed into a wolf
Our maritime activities, seaside rests, and even evening dinners at the seaside restaurant had an extra light bulb, which annoyed me greatly. Fortunately, my Neil didn't seem to have any particular reaction to it, which is a small relief amid my irritation. However, I still worried about Neil falling into Harry's trap inadvertently at any moment.After dinner, I hurriedly pulled Neil along to head back to our room. Unexpectedly, that shadow followed us to the hotel and even joined us in the elevator. I was really losing my patience, ready to confront him, but Neil beat me to it with a question I had in mind too."Harry, do you also live here? Which floor are you on?" Neil asked, taking the lead."Yes, Neil, I do. I'm on the top floor," Harry replied."Are you living alone in the presidential suite?" I couldn't help but sound a bit disdainful."It's my habit. Sometimes when I'm not writing, I like to wander around the room for inspiration," Harry explained."How coincidental," Neil sai
A Werewolf's Growth and Redemption Our Seaside Trip (3) : Made the moans louder
When I woke up, he was already awake, gently stroking my hair strand by strand, as if counting how many I had. I grabbed his hand, placed it near my lips, and lightly kissed it. He chuckled, and I leaned in to give him a good morning kiss, seizing the opportunity to leave a mark on his neck. "So early?" I asked. "Happy," he replied. "Because of the trip? Or because of last night?" His face flushed as soon as I mentioned last night. "Yes, because of that." "Because of what?" "Because of this." He grabbed his phone, squinted at the screen, and showed me a picture. It was a photo of a white wolf and Neil. Turns out, he had woken up during the journey and snapped a photo. It was my first time being photographed in wolf form, and I had no idea it happened. "You took a sneaky picture of me?" I tickled him, and he squirmed in my embrace. "Your wolf form is so beautiful, so charismatic." "Of course." "The fur is so nice to touch." "So, you secretly touched my hair?" "Yeah, but wol
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At that moment, I noticed two figures standing in the doorway—Harry and Ken Yimo. They seemed to be quietly listening to our conversation. A surge of anger rose within me, and I decided to ask Neil another question, one that I knew would make Ken Yimo hear it more clearly. I leaned in slightly and, in a soft voice, asked, “Do you ever get mad at your dad? Do you ever feel frustrated with him, like he’s making you really tired?”Neil shook his head, smiling as he said, “No, Daddy loves me a lot. I like him too, and a little tiredness isn’t a big deal.” His eyes met mine, sincere and pure, as though there wasn’t an ounce of resentment in him.My heart tightened at his words, and seeing his smile, I felt a pang of sorrow deep inside. I gently laid him back on the bed and softly said, “It’s alright, Neil. Sleep for a little longer. Once you’ve had enough rest, we’ll talk som
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Harry stood in the shadows, a subtle smile playing on his lips, his eyes radiating calm confidence. “Of course,” he replied, raising an eyebrow with that trademark mix of humor and certainty, as though he had the situation effortlessly under control. Harry was always like this—composed, astute, unwavering—seemingly born with the spirit of a fighter who refused to bow to fate. I looked at him, filled with gratitude and relief. The bond between us had long surpassed life, death, and honor; no matter the crisis, he was always there.As he turned his gaze toward Ken Yimo, a ripple of relief ran through me. Yes, Ken Yimo had indeed gone to Harry rather than taking some darker course of action. Unable to contain myself, I asked, “Ken Yimo, I’ll admit, I’m glad you actually brought Harry. Now, what about Neil?” My voice betrayed a hint of urgency, a worry that was impossible to hide. Neil’s condition had been weighi
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Ken Yimo simply gave a cold smile, completely dismissing my warnings. There was no trace of pity or warmth in his eyes as he turned and walked out of the cell. I stood there, helpless and furious, watching him leave, fully aware that I was trapped here and powerless to stop him. As the heavy door slowly closed behind him, a sense of helplessness overwhelmed me, and despair and anguish surged in my chest. I was locked in this cold, isolated cell, surrounded by thick stone walls that shut out even the faintest trace of light, leaving me in total darkness. There was no way to reach out, no phone, no tool to call for help. My thoughts began to be consumed by the shadows, yet Neil's face lingered in my mind, refusing to fade. Would he, once again, fall prey to Ken Yimo’s control and cruelty, triggering another episode of sleepwalking? The thought twisted my heart with an unshakable sense of dread and fear. As night fell, darkness engulfed
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I stared at him, unwilling to waste words. Instead, I asked directly, “Where’s Neil?” The question was like a weight pressing on my chest, and this man before me was the only one who could answer it.Ken Yimo’s expression was one of indifference, as he replied coolly, “Neil? He’s resting. He’s very simple-minded. As long as I tell him to stay put, he won’t wander off. So, unlike with you, I don’t have to keep him chained up.” His words dripped with a detached cruelty, as though Neil were nothing more than a toy he could control at will. My fists clenched involuntarily, and a simmering anger began to burn within me.I knew then—Ken Yimo must have done something to manipulate Neil or force him into submission. I wanted to press him further, but Ken spoke first, a sly smile twisting across his face. “Ah, but it seems that when kids grow up, they’re not so easy to keep
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“I’ve had enough.” Finally, my patience wore thin. Soft tactics weren’t working, so it was time to be firm. I stood up, bundled Neil up tightly in his blanket, ignoring his struggles or pleas. Before long, Neil was sitting at the small table, his head poking out from the blanket while the rest of his body was wrapped up snugly—held there by my bear hug, replacing any other form of restraint.I should have done it this way from the start. It saved time, kept the food warm, and, most importantly, even though he was wrapped in a blanket, I could still hold him close, care for him, protect him—letting him sit on my lap and lean against me.“Wow.” Seeing his eager expression, I couldn’t help but feel a bit proud. “I know you love these dishes, so I made them just for you. What do you want to eat?”"My favorite pasta.""My favorite pancakes."
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I rambled on while watching the stars twinkle silently in the night sky. The breeze caressed the woods outside the tent, and the night was as gentle as a dream. Unconsciously, fatigue crept into my eyelids, and finally I fell into a deep sleep in the stillness of the night.I didn't know exactly how long I slept until a beam of morning light shone through the transparent tent roof and shone on my face, waking me up from my slumber. In a daze, I blinked, as if last night's worries and hesitations were still swirling in my mind. But the scene that came into my eyes next completely turned all my imaginations upside down.“Neil!!! what are you doing?!” I instantly came to my senses and sat up with a jolt. Right in front of me, Neil was kneeling beside me, head bowed, with a serious look on his face as he tried to help me with my natural morning reaction. He didn't look hesitant at all, as if it was a matter of course.
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My heart sank, realizing that it wasn’t just innocent childish behavior—it was a desperate search for affection, a need to please, a struggle to win more care and love from Ken Yimo. In that moment, I suddenly understood that Harry's words might have been true—their relationship was far beyond a typical father-son bond.I struggled to steady the emotions stirring within me, and looked up at Neil’s innocent face. He probably didn’t recognize the true meaning behind those gestures—their intent was not simply familial love, but a deep, almost physical craving for attention, a kind of dependence on being favored. A quiet ache settled in my chest as I wished with all my heart that he would never be caught in that dark emotional whirlpool again.I smiled softly, gently steering the conversation back to where it had started. "So, to get back to the point, I am your one and only, aren't I?" On this quiet night, I
A Werewolf's Growth and Redemption Missed
"Yes, every day." Neil nodded firmly, his tone pure, almost childlike."Then, is this kind of missing me something unique?" I pressed on, as though I were hoping to hear a one-of-a-kind answer from him."Unique?" He blinked, looking as though he didn’t quite understand the meaning of the word.I patiently explained, "What I mean is... is this something that only I experience? Like, the way you miss your dad—does it feel the same as the way I miss mine?"Neil shook his head slightly, his voice soft as he replied, "It's different. I miss Ryan more."A flicker of delight stirred within me, but I kept my expression neutral and asked, "What about compared to your elder brother and your little brother? Is it different with them too?"Neil thought for a moment before nodding with certainty. "Yeah, I miss Ryan the most.""So, only I,
A Werewolf's Growth and Redemption Duo
As I processed Harry's bombshell, I turned to Ethan and asked, "Have you checked if Fred Yimo is really Ken Yimo's biological son?"Ethan's expression turned serious as he pulled out his phone. "I'll have someone look into it now."Peter furrowed his brow, clearly skeptical. "You suspect Fred Yimo might be adopted too?""I actually hope so," I replied firmly. "It's a lot less messy than the unethical theory.""Ken Yimo really isn't simple," Harry remarked on the phone, sounding almost impressed. "When I was around, Fred was a bit more relaxed. But the moment I left, he turned into a mouse—didn't even dare to breathe too loudly, but a little bit “sticky” though."I let out a cold laugh. "Doesn't that completely clash with the surveillance cameras he set up at home?"Peter nodded thoughtfully. "You’re right. Which of these sides is the r
