Part 17
The shameless wolf settled into my house. He
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learned from someone I had no idea who
to set aside his wolfish pride and started
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sucking up to my Labrador. Dog toys, dog food,
dog treats… he even made Buddy a cup of goat’s milk when he ordered bubble tea. Not to mention, they could apparently communicate. When I came home and saw the wolf and the dog snuggled up on the couch, watching TV
and sharing a bag of chips, I felt like I was living
in a dream.
“Ethan!” I said, my expression complex. “Dogs
can’t eat potato chips.”
“Yes they can.” He shifted into his human form and held up the bag of chips. Printed clearly on the bag were the words: “Doggy Chips.”
“Baby, humans can eat them too. Want to try
some?”
I stared at him, then asked sincerely, “Mr. Grey,
don’t you have a job? Rong An is a huge
company. Is it really okay for you to be lazing
around here all day?”
“Werewolves don’t need to work during mating
season,” he said. He sensed my displeasure,
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but didn’t seem to understand why. He set the
chips down, his ears drooping. “My brother is
handling my work for me. He said my only job
right now is to get through my mating season
and bring my mate home.”
His brother. The much more famous, publicly
visible older Grey brother, the future head of
the Grey family.
“Is he… also a wolf… I mean, a werewolf?” I
felt my worldview crumbling. “Is your whole
family…?”
“Just me, my brother, and my sister,” he
whispered. “Our mother was a werewolf, so we
inherited it. The werewolf gene is very
dominant. If we had pups, they’d be werewolves
too.” He pursed his lips and went into the
kitchen, returning with a plate of strawberry
shortcake. He offered it to me with a hopeful
expression. “Baby, don’t be mad, okay? I made
you a delicious cake. I asked them to add extra
strawberries. They’re flown in fresh. Try it.”
I looked at his eager face and, after a moment’s hesitation, picked up a fork. My
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phone rang. It was my boss. He said there was
a project we needed to discuss and asked me
to come to the office immediately. Overtime
pay, of course.
I said, “Okay,” and hung up, only to see the
werewolf’s face fall.
“I made a whole table of food, all your
favorites… You don’t have time to eat? It’s
okay, your work is important. Go ahead, baby! I
