A man with fluffy black ears atop his head and a swinging, long, black, furry tail burst into the villa with a cold and stern expression.
Holly Wyatt didn't know what was happening; though deaf and mute, she somehow heard the man's disdainful voice at that very moment.
[The cub has grown a little.]
[Still too weak.]
[How did she end up looking like this? So gaunt and scrawny, so unsightly. Standing there, she looks like a telephone pole—the shortest one, at that.]
Holly Wyatt: ...
She rubbed her fingertips together, staring at the tip of the man's tail that curled into a little heart shape, wanting to touch it...
*
Two years later.
Dressed in a camisole and hot pants, the moment she pulled open the main door, she heard the man's sharp, explosive inner shriek.
[Aaaah! Damn it! Who taught the cub to dress like this?! I was only gone for two years, where is my cub who used to be all bundled up?!]
[Give her back!!]
*
As the leader of the Wolf Clan, Silas Thornton's primary mission was to manage the pack, and his secondary mission was to raise the cub well.
One day, he discovered that the cub he was raising actually wanted to date! This meant the cub wanted to procreate!
That was unacceptable!
And so, Holly Wyatt could always hear the man's inner ramblings.
[The cub is still too young; she can't run off and procreate with some random man out there.]
[If the cub is really that desperate to procreate, I suppose I can reluctantly make a sacrifice.]
[Why doesn't the cub want to procreate yet? I'm already prepared.]
Holly Wyatt: !!?? Does this mean she can finally touch his big tail?

'What does the cub mean!? Does she want me to sleep on the bed??!!'


Holly Wyatt blushed, but her hand stubbornly tugged at the corner of his clothes.


After what happened with Scott Sterling tonight, she was terrified of being in this room by herself.


The thought of Silas Thornton leaving after she fell asleep kept her wide awake.


She wanted him to stay, to always be with her.


Holly Wyatt scooted further into the bed, pulling the corner of Silas Thornton's shirt even tighter.


'The cub isn't letting go!! Does she really want me on the bed?'


'Oh! I read in the parenting books that when a cub feels insecure, it's best to hold them while they sleep at night. That seems pretty normal!'


Holly Wyatt's eyes fluttered. She stared at the tip of his tail, which was wagging happily, then rubbed her fingertips together and pulled on his shirt with a little more force.


Chapter 150 - Chapter 150: Hanging the Cub on Him