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Gale had no control over his body anymore.
He had lost his rationality, and in his empty thought, there was nothing but one word that echoed nonstop; Breed.
Breed her.
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Breed her.
He looked down at the woman, who was fully covered under the thick blanket. Grabbing the blanket, he flung it to the side, exposing the frail female meant to be his feast tonight.
What he saw underneath was a woman with shining blonde hair. Her body emanated a gentle golden glow. Her unique and alluring scent was like a bomb that exploded in this cave, making the uncontrollable beast take a step back involuntarily as he suddenly got a terrible headache.
"Argh! GRRHH!" The mindless beast growled in pain as he clutched his head to stop the pain, but the pain was still lingering. Irritated, he decided to just ignore the headache and approached the female who was still in her deep sleep.
The moment he was about to touch her, his ruby-colored pupil returned, and Gale quickly stepped back, "Grh! Control yourself, Gale! You are about to hurt your mate!" Gale yelled at himself. He took a few more steps back until his back hit the cave wall, as he didn’t want to accidentally hurt Swan when he lost control of himself again.
The rut tonight was especially tough for him. His body felt like it was burning from head to toe, and the pain around his crotch was heightened ten times more than usual. It was simply too strange.
Nonetheless, he had to do something. Swan’s safety was the most important to him.
Gale turned his head at the blood moon and nodded as he had an idea of what he had to do.
He had to leave this cave as soon as possible. He could rampage around somewhere else in his true wolf form. He might’ve accidentally killed many, but at least Swan wouldn’t be one of the victims tonight.
Unfortunately, right before he leaped out of the cave, Swan woke up. She grunted and opened her eyes slowly, so Gale quickly closed his eyes. He didn’t want to accidentally kill his beloved.
Swan witnessed Gale in his werewolf form and smiled, "Why are you so far away, dear husband? Come and embrace me."
The moment he heard that sweet voice with a hint of sensuality, Gale’s dick began to throb and he lost control over himself once more.
Swan was not her usual self the moment she woke up.
She still had consciousness, but it seemed like an entirely different Swan took control of her body while she took a backseat and watched.
"Good, now sit, dear husband. Let me calm you down," Swan instructed, and the mindless beast obediently sat on the ground. Unfortunately, even when he sat, he was still a lot taller and bigger than Swan, so the latter could only comb the thick hair around his chest. "Oh my, look at you getting so distressed over the blood moon. Your fur is ruffled."
"Grh!" the beast grunted, but he did nothing, allowing the strangely familiar female to slowly comb the fur around his chest, shoulder, and neck.
"Now, look down, husband."
The beast lowered his head, and they made eye contact. The beast had no pupil, but his glowing red eyes revealed no sign of hostility towards Swan.
On the contrary, he immediately stopped growling or baring his fangs right after they made eye contact.
Swan lifted her hands to reach the fur around his jaw and began to comb them with her fingers, "Don’t get so grumpy, husband. I know that you are upset after getting chained. But I’m not going anywhere, right? I’m still with you in this cave the whole time."
...
The beast kept his eyes on her. He seemed to recognize her, but at the same time, he was still a mindless beast who was meant to destroy everything in its path.
So he leaned deeper and began sniffing around her neck and chest to imprint his mind with this alluring scent.
Then, after he was satisfied sniffing her, he licked her shoulder, making Swan giggle, "That’s ticklish. What do you want, dear husband?"
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