5 I want more...

- Arthur's POV -

I tried to step forward and gently put my hand on the girl's shoulder.

The shoulder under the palm cowered for a moment, and then there was no major resistance to the action.

I let out a long, inaudible breath. She finally stopped fussing.

Looking at that overly youthful face, I suddenly did not know how to start.

She seems to be such a fragile girl. Where does she get such desperate and ruthless energy? Perhaps under her fragile appearance hides a tough soul.

I pulled up the bed sheet for the girl to wipe her wet hair. Gently wipe from the forehead to behind the ear. I didn't even realize that my actions were considerate and soft.

I haven't shown my gentleness to any female since my mate died 18 years ago.

After treating the wound on her forehead, I tore the girl's white T-shirt and prepared to treat the injuries on her shoulder and elbow. The girl was shivering all the time, but she just didn't have the strength to struggle.

As I expected, the girl fell very badly. The fall bruises on her body were so red they looked like they were oozing blood.

After dealing with the head and upper body bruises, I naturally turned my attention to the lower half of the girl's body.

Before becoming an Alpha, I had plenty of experience in fighting and treating wounds. From what I could tell, the girl's knee must have been badly injured as well.

I hope she didn't break any bones.

The pants were too thick for me to tear by hand, so I took a pair of scissors as an aid.

Starting from her waist to cut her pants down, I saw that her outer thigh was red with purple and already bruised.

It did hurt.

I quickly finished cutting her pants and then planned to give her a detailed examination. I didn't even touch her thigh. The girl, who had been quiet for a long time, suddenly sobbed out and reached out to stop me.

"Don't be afraid, I'm helping you."

I still insisted and lifted the girl's injured leg. As soon as the two legs staggered, something suddenly came into my eyes.

The tiny, smooth, juicy light pink slit...appeared in front of me.

Oh damn, I accidentally cut her panties with the scissors along with her pants.

I gulped, and my chest and cheeks began to heat up at the same time. I immediately averted my gaze to avoid seeing her private parts.

Even though I've been single for many years, I don't act like a horny freak whenever I see a pretty girl. I am used to restraining my inner desires. I struggle with the desire to kill all the time. Sex, for me, is also one of the desires that can be restrained.

I took a few deep breaths to calm my mind and then proceeded to examine her legs.

I didn't have any lewd thoughts other than wanting to help her. But the girl didn't understand. She seemed to sense my touch and suddenly struggled desperately and closed her legs hard.

"Don't move! Hold still! If your leg is fractured, you'll make it worse by struggling like that!"

She was weak. She couldn't resist me and eventually let me examine her.

With a casual glance, what came into my sight made me freeze on the spot.

What... what did I just see?

A white tail?

I reached out and touched it and found it to be real. I've never seen a werewolf retain her tail after shifting into human form, unless she has a genetic defect.

However, usually, werewolves with genetic defects have a hard time surviving this long. Most die young, shortly after birth. Because their skin cannot touch sunlight, and their eyes cannot adapt to strong light or darkness. They are always sick, like fragile glass dolls.

It's a miracle she's survived so long! No wonder she is so short and skinny.

I suddenly realized that the white fur on her legs was probably real fur, not some kind of fluffy socks, as I had mistakenly thought.

I could understand the fear and desperation of this young girl, who was carrying such a big secret.

A strong wave of sympathy and appreciation welled up in my chest. What a poor and strong girl. She must be living with a lot of pain every second, just like me.

For a moment, my heart was touched, as if I had found my mate, not my wolf's Chosen Mate, but the Soul Mate I met myself.

The bathroom light was scattered to illuminate half of the bed, and the slender, fair young girl was lying naked on the bed.

She is very beautiful, a unique, cruel type of beauty.

It is like artwork to be admired and praised.

I held my breath for a long time and could not move a bit.

Nor could I take my eyes off it.

"Let me go...let me go...Mark!"

The girl built up strength again for a while. She tightened her body up as if she was dying to wrap herself in a cocoon.

I snapped back to attention. I paused for a moment, and then walked forward to pull up the quilt to wrap her intact.

"Don't be afraid, Mark is gone. No one can hurt you as long as I am here."

I don't know if the quilt or my words worked, but the girl clutched the quilt and slowly calmed down.

I stepped forward and held her up with the quilt.

Before the girl under the quilt struggled, I said, "This bed is all wet with water. You'll get sick easily. Go to my room and rest. I promise not to hurt you."

The struggle became smaller.

I steadily carried her out of the room and stepped up the stairs to my room. Finally, I laid the girl gently on my bed.

I never knew I could be so gentle, or that I was being so gentle.

I turned around and turned up the air conditioning. The warm air whistled out of the fan blades. The temperature in the room slowly rose.

- Crystal's POV -

The covers on the bed moved, and I poked half my fluffy head out silently.

I was in a daze, but I remember vaguely hearing, "Mark is gone". I wondered who was standing here just now since Mark was gone.

I couldn't see clearly.

No matter how hard I opened my eyes, I could only see a blurred, straight back that made me somehow feel familiar.

Have I seen this person somewhere before?

I couldn't figure it out, and the condition of my body didn't allow me to.

Maybe it was the peace of mind, or maybe it was the rising temperature around me, and the effects of the pill once again came on strong.

I was so hot and sweaty that even I could feel the fluid pouring out of my body in a steady stream.

The unspeakable burning and dryness swept over my mouth and skin, and I really wanted to lift the covers to lower my body temperature, but my actual movement was to shrink further inside the quilt.

A short while later, footsteps sounded in the room, someone was approaching the bed.

A magnetic voice came into my ears through the quilt, with an inexplicable and comforting familiarity.

"The quilt just got wet, I'll change the quilt for you, and then you can rest well."

The person who said that grabbed a corner of the quilt and slowly lifted it.

I hurriedly stretched out a pair of sweaty hands from the quilt and held down the man's hand tightly to keep him from proceeding.

The strange man was frozen for a moment. He seemed to stare at my hands.

My hands are small and slender. If he wanted to hurt me, he could easily grab my hand in his palm and crush it hard...

I trembled with fear.

But the man didn't hurt me. He just patted the back of my hand and said soothingly, "It's okay. I won't hurt you. I'll leave after I change the quilt. I won't look at anything."

He tried to move my sweaty, trembling hands away, but I couldn't resist grabbing him like a drowning person grabbing a straw.

I don't know why. I couldn't see his face, but I felt his voice and scent give me a sense of security.

Can I ask him for help?

My small, slender hand could only grasp two fingers of the strange man, and my damp palm trembled slightly.

"I, I feel so bad..." My muffled voice came from under the covers.

The moment I touched the man's palm, a hot flush inexplicably surged through my pussy. I think it was the pill that turned me into a slutty bitch. I wanted to be touched and penetrated.

I couldn't help but ask for help from this strange man.

"I'm suffering...please help me... Help me..."

- Arthur's POV -

I listened to her weak mosquitoes cry for help, and I hastily lifted the quilt. A red head was exposed, and her hair was even wetter than before I wiped it.

"How come you're sweating so much?"

I was startled. It was then I noticed that the young girl's condition was even more off than I had perceived.

I reached up to her shoulder and felt a hand full of slickness and water. She was like a ripe, peeled shrimp, showing an unusual and attractive flush all over.

"I'm so thirsty...so thirsty..."

Excessive thirst made those two lips bloodshot and bright red. The girl unconsciously opened her mouth slightly, spitting out her burning tongue, unaware of the begging, tantalizing gesture she was making to me.

I took one look at it and turned my head away sharply, getting up as if to escape, "I'll get you some water."

I stood up in a mess and tripped once. It was as if things were slipping into the range of completely out of control.

"Here's the water."

I just carried the water to the bed. When I looked up, I saw that the girl had poked most of her body out of the quilt and was about to tumble off the bed. I rushed up to hold her steady.

"Be careful!"

The girl was held, but the water spilled half a glass. Most of it was absorbed by the mattress.

Another bed was wet.

"So thirsty..."

I took a look at the girl's condition and thought, "Pouring half a glass of water on the bed doesn't seem to make any difference. Most of the bed is sweaty.

I took the girl in my arms and carefully passed the glass to her lips, and let her take a small sip.

Looking at the girl's flushed cheeks and misty eyes, I grew increasingly nervous.

I had roughly realized what Mark had done to this girl.

I always knew that Mark was crazy. I had no idea that Mark was in such a hopeless state.

I've been such a bad father.

In a subtle sense of shame, I treated the girl more gently.

The girl drank so quickly that she coughed. I did not hesitate to use my hand to wipe her lips off water droplets.

If my subordinates were here, they would be screaming with shock, because I have not shown a gentle and considerate side for many years.

I have treated people coldly for over a decade. Since becoming an Alpha, I seem to have put all my passion into my work. I was too stingy with real people to give any kindness, even to my son.

Only at that moment, was I completely unaware of the concern and tension on my face.

"Drink slowly...I'll pour you more if you don't have enough."

I took away the empty glass and was about to get up to refill it when suddenly those hot, sweaty hands tugged tightly on my sleeve.

"I want more...more..."