The girl with tanned skin stood up and left after experiencing both physical and spiritual pleasure. She brushed her sweat-drenched short hair back neatly, her flushed face full of affection, making her already beautiful appearance even more alluring and attractive.She gracefully stepped out of the dim cave, took the clean cloth handed to her by her subordinate, and gently said:"Lock him up for now; we need him for the upcoming supply exchange.""Yes, Miss Helen."Slap!The subordinate had barely finished speaking when he was slapped hard. Helen stood tall in front of him, her initially satisfied eyes instantly turning cold and sharp.Helen lifted her leg and stomped hard on her subordinate's head, causing him, who had tried to rise, to fall again with a loud thud.She glanced down at her feet, her short black hair gently blowing across her sharp face. The loosely draped cloth revealed a bit of her smooth skin due to her actions. Her slender arms and legs showed a hint of muscle, co
Layla pushed aside the turmoil in her mind and observed the two people walking together.Perhaps it was psychological. She felt they truly looked good together. The beautiful woman with her voluptuous figure continually pressed her curves against him. Layla couldn't help but stare at her ample bosom; although she considered her own body to be well-proportioned, such magnificence was...“Stop staring,” the man's deep voice sounded in her ear, as a hand covered her eyes, which had been wide open, staring at a sensitive area.Layla was utterly embarrassed by the man's actions. Seriously, she was just curious about the size, but his tone sounded like a warning, as if she was being infatuated by another woman!She was just curious!Swear to God!!!However, given the stimulated psychology of a little wolf, no one had time to pay attention to it.The tanned beauty gazed gently at Bridget's handsome face and said happily, "I heard you have a little wolf? That's wonderful, how did you know I'v
The encounter with Helen simply passed by. Both Bridget and Layla remembered it but didn't care much.However, just because the tree wishes to remain still doesn't mean the wind will stop. Some people wouldn't accept that."Miss Helen, we heard you got injured?"Helen sat surrounded by a group of people inquiring about her well-being. Her sharp features showed a hint of sadness, but she forced a smile. Helen gently replied, "It's nothing.""How can it be nothing! Miss Helen is the brightest and strongest flower of our tribe!" The one speaking to Helen was a male werewolf, who always idolized the beauty before him. Now that his goddess was injured, how could he not be agitated?"Even during hunts, we've never seen you get hurt!" another werewolf nearby hesitated before speaking, "This time, did Miss Helen encounter some terrifying monster? Is that why you got hurt?"In reality, the injury that everyone saw was just two small scratches on her wrist, barely bleeding. Yet, in the eyes of
After being ruthlessly bathed, Layla was dried and placed on the bed by the golden-eyed man. The spacious, warm bed was covered by Bridget with a golden-striped black fur.He set her in a wicker basket lined with soft cotton, topped with a beautiful white fox fur, positioned right near Bridget's bedhead—a cozy little nest that was also difficult to escape from.His large, calloused hand gently stroked her head as he spoke softly, “Be good. You can play, but only in this room.”Layla silently observed the man’s face. Why did his voice sound so gentle, yet his expression was the complete opposite?Still, for a big, strong man to threaten a poor little wolf cub—how was that fair?Layla would never understand the thinking of this man.After speaking, Bridget smiled and left, his voice faintly audible outside the room, instructing someone.“Take care of the cub properly. No second chances.”As Layla pondered the meaning behind his words, a limping figure entered.The little wolf was surpri
Bridget seemed unconcerned with the events happening around him. He cast a cold glance at the burly man, then looked down at the small wolf sleeping in his arms.The priority now was for the little wolf to wake up.The "Magical Fruit" was a deadly poison for animals. He didn’t understand how the wolf cub had managed to survive this long, but the fact that it was still alive was a relief.Even Bridget hadn’t expected that he would ever be this emotionally affected by a pet. There was a strange feeling he couldn’t control, disturbing his usually clear mind.Unbeknownst to him, this was the bond between destined souls—a bond pushing these two innocent creatures to recognize each other. In another pairing, they would already be united in a harmonious fusion of souls, creating a perfect and powerful heir.No one could have predicted that, although they were fated mates, they would be separated by species.If fate were a sentient being, it might have shed tears of frustration over the twists
Layla happily looked at the man sitting across from her, the one soon to become her life partner and step into the remaining journey of life with her. "Layla, you are beautiful." Leon, her destined partner, looked at her with a mesmerizing gaze, uttering the compliment from the depth of his heart. That whispered sentence made the successor queen of wolves shyly bow her head, too embarrassed to let him see her flushed face. Today is a special day for the Western wolf tribe, the wedding day of wolf queen Layla. Below the tree platform where Layla and Leon stand are several hundred wolf tribe members from the West. They cheer and celebrate the marriage ceremony of the Western tribe leader. The excited sounds urge the powerful couple to drink deer blood from a cup, like humanity's wine toasting ritual. Here, this marrying pair doesn't need anyone to officiate their wedding, for they are already the king and queen of this Western land. All they need is the witness of their tribe members
Layla is the only daughter of her father, and from a young age, she was raised to be a strong warrior. Therefore, her presence is felt in any battles of the Western tribe. A powerful, alluring, and determined she-wolf, that's how everyone acknowledges her. Moreover, Layla possesses a beautifully crafted face, with glossy black hair tied neatly behind her, and a set of animal-skin armor that makes her a dazzling hero admired by all.Certainly, no one would have expected such a noble wolf, like an angel from above, to end up in such a filthy state.Layla leans against the wall, her once bright blue eyes now soulless. Her beautiful hair is now crudely cut and sticky with blood. The lush red lips that once invited kisses are now dry and cracked. The charming face that attracted so many looks is now bruised and dirty.Her entire being emits a foul, putrid odor.How long have they kept her captive?She doesn't know anymore. In this dark and damp place, sunlight is a luxury.Layla stares bl
Layla suspected that she had died. She always felt her body floating weightlessly, neither in pain nor comfort. The emotion hovered ominously. She wanted to move her limbs, to open her eyes and see what the afterlife was like. But everything was in vain. Or was it because her sins were too great, and this was her punishment? To exist in this vague void. Ah, this is truly a cruel punishment. Layla chuckled at herself, thinking that if given another chance, the first thing she would do is to eliminate those wretched scum. Make them disappear from this world completely! But she knew it was just a fantasy. Ah!!! So cold?! Suddenly, a chilling sensation attacked Layla's mind, a relentless cold that made her feel extreme pain. At this moment, she couldn't understand why she was already dead and still had to endure such agony! Did she commit some heinous act that warranted such punishment from the heavens??? Layla was both resentful and angry at the injustice that the divine had impo
Bridget seemed unconcerned with the events happening around him. He cast a cold glance at the burly man, then looked down at the small wolf sleeping in his arms.The priority now was for the little wolf to wake up.The "Magical Fruit" was a deadly poison for animals. He didn’t understand how the wolf cub had managed to survive this long, but the fact that it was still alive was a relief.Even Bridget hadn’t expected that he would ever be this emotionally affected by a pet. There was a strange feeling he couldn’t control, disturbing his usually clear mind.Unbeknownst to him, this was the bond between destined souls—a bond pushing these two innocent creatures to recognize each other. In another pairing, they would already be united in a harmonious fusion of souls, creating a perfect and powerful heir.No one could have predicted that, although they were fated mates, they would be separated by species.If fate were a sentient being, it might have shed tears of frustration over the twists
After being ruthlessly bathed, Layla was dried and placed on the bed by the golden-eyed man. The spacious, warm bed was covered by Bridget with a golden-striped black fur.He set her in a wicker basket lined with soft cotton, topped with a beautiful white fox fur, positioned right near Bridget's bedhead—a cozy little nest that was also difficult to escape from.His large, calloused hand gently stroked her head as he spoke softly, “Be good. You can play, but only in this room.”Layla silently observed the man’s face. Why did his voice sound so gentle, yet his expression was the complete opposite?Still, for a big, strong man to threaten a poor little wolf cub—how was that fair?Layla would never understand the thinking of this man.After speaking, Bridget smiled and left, his voice faintly audible outside the room, instructing someone.“Take care of the cub properly. No second chances.”As Layla pondered the meaning behind his words, a limping figure entered.The little wolf was surpri
The encounter with Helen simply passed by. Both Bridget and Layla remembered it but didn't care much.However, just because the tree wishes to remain still doesn't mean the wind will stop. Some people wouldn't accept that."Miss Helen, we heard you got injured?"Helen sat surrounded by a group of people inquiring about her well-being. Her sharp features showed a hint of sadness, but she forced a smile. Helen gently replied, "It's nothing.""How can it be nothing! Miss Helen is the brightest and strongest flower of our tribe!" The one speaking to Helen was a male werewolf, who always idolized the beauty before him. Now that his goddess was injured, how could he not be agitated?"Even during hunts, we've never seen you get hurt!" another werewolf nearby hesitated before speaking, "This time, did Miss Helen encounter some terrifying monster? Is that why you got hurt?"In reality, the injury that everyone saw was just two small scratches on her wrist, barely bleeding. Yet, in the eyes of
Layla pushed aside the turmoil in her mind and observed the two people walking together.Perhaps it was psychological. She felt they truly looked good together. The beautiful woman with her voluptuous figure continually pressed her curves against him. Layla couldn't help but stare at her ample bosom; although she considered her own body to be well-proportioned, such magnificence was...“Stop staring,” the man's deep voice sounded in her ear, as a hand covered her eyes, which had been wide open, staring at a sensitive area.Layla was utterly embarrassed by the man's actions. Seriously, she was just curious about the size, but his tone sounded like a warning, as if she was being infatuated by another woman!She was just curious!Swear to God!!!However, given the stimulated psychology of a little wolf, no one had time to pay attention to it.The tanned beauty gazed gently at Bridget's handsome face and said happily, "I heard you have a little wolf? That's wonderful, how did you know I'v
The girl with tanned skin stood up and left after experiencing both physical and spiritual pleasure. She brushed her sweat-drenched short hair back neatly, her flushed face full of affection, making her already beautiful appearance even more alluring and attractive.She gracefully stepped out of the dim cave, took the clean cloth handed to her by her subordinate, and gently said:"Lock him up for now; we need him for the upcoming supply exchange.""Yes, Miss Helen."Slap!The subordinate had barely finished speaking when he was slapped hard. Helen stood tall in front of him, her initially satisfied eyes instantly turning cold and sharp.Helen lifted her leg and stomped hard on her subordinate's head, causing him, who had tried to rise, to fall again with a loud thud.She glanced down at her feet, her short black hair gently blowing across her sharp face. The loosely draped cloth revealed a bit of her smooth skin due to her actions. Her slender arms and legs showed a hint of muscle, co
Bridget was only fifteen years old when he became the chieftain of the Northern tribe. At this age, no one would normally accept him as their leader. Unfortunately, he was too ruthless.He treated his enemies with cruelty, and he was even harsher on himself.He could disregard his own bloodied and battered body, still brutally charging into battle.For a werewolf tribe that relied on fighting for survival, this was a positive trait. However, sometimes it was a terrifying disease. When a warrior could no longer distinguish between enemies and allies, the only outcome was death.No one would tolerate having a powerful but uncontrollable weapon by their side.Perhaps it was a stroke of luck. Lucky that Bridget still maintained his sanity, lucky that he still knew who he was and hadn’t lost his way.However, not having lost his way didn’t mean he never would.Bridget's current state of losing control was something few in the Northern tribe were aware of. He didn't want those cunning elder
The incident with the Jade Stone Tribe had somewhat solidified Bridget's reputation within his own tribe. Most of the tribe members were now willing to follow Bridget's lead.Yet, they had now discovered someone reckless enough to defy Bridget's commands. Not only did they disobey, but they also dared to embezzle the tribe’s food reserves. Moreover, these two fools blatantly displayed their defiance, as if they feared that no one would notice their dirty ambitions.Api, Bridget’s subordinate and the only one with red hair in the tribe, stood behind and to the left of Bridget. He glanced at these two fools who had always found ridiculous excuses to provoke his hunting team. Today, these arrogant men would pay a heavy price for their foolish actions.Api remembered how these faces had once looked down on others with contempt, and now they were just as miserable and abject as they begged for forgiveness.He suddenly recalled a saying, never place yourself too high, for if you lack the st
Layla could not touch the people in her dreams, nor could they see her.Unsure of why she was here, she also didn't know how to escape. Layla could only continue to observe this strange dream.However, one thing caught her attention. She was consistently pulled along by an invisible force, linked to a mother wolf and her cub.She had once tried to leave, but discovered she could only get as far away as the distance equivalent to that of a century-old tree.Would something happen to them? Or perhaps… were the mother and child trying to send her a message through their dreams?As Layla followed the everyday steps of the little wolf named Han and his mother, she pondered.She saw them living happily together, with friendly neighbors in a peaceful and warm community.Then…She saw the woman's husband return.He arrived, bloodied and wounded, leaning against his wife. Ignoring the woman’s worried inquiries and her cries of pain, he didn't utter a word as she trembled while bandaging his wo
After Bridget dealt with the frog monster, he quickly followed the lingering scent of the girl and chased after her.He had determined that she was his mate, so there was no reason he couldn't bring her back to his tribe.Thinking of her face flushed with embarrassment made him smirk with satisfaction.Unfortunately for him.By the time he arrived, he only found his proud little wolf curled up under a large tree in the middle of the forest.In an instant, anger quickly swept over him, turning his once bright face dark and grim.He slowly approached the quiet little wolf. His hand gently touched the furry body, and fortunately, the warmth from the little wolf made him breathe a sigh of relief.His wolf was still alive; it was merely sleeping.For a moment, seeing his pet lying on the ground, he thought it had lost its life. His heart, which had been pounding fiercely, gradually calmed down."Hzzz"Look at that, he wasted his effort worrying about it, and this little creature nonchalant