Ugh, so heavy...
What was this weight pressing down on him? Like a massive rock, it made breathing difficult.
"Mmm..." A faint moan escaped Rocky's lips as he stirred from sleep.
His eyes, previously shut, snapped open. His blurred vision gradually cleared. This ceiling... it was indeed his room.
Rocky's gaze drifted downward and unexpectedly met another pair of brown eyes and a fluffy white head.
Sherry?
Propping himself up slightly on his elbows, Sherry's large form remained firmly planted on him, showing no intention of moving, simply staring straight at him.
He collapsed back onto the bed helplessly and closed his eyes.
"Get down, Sherry," his voice was hoarse from sleep, yet carried a strangely seductive rasp that could make one's heart race involuntarily.
Sherry completely ignored him, having claimed her spot and refusing to budge.
"Sherry, get down," he repeated, his tone still gentle yet holding an undeniable authority that brooked no disobedience.
Hadn't that kid Kent promised to handle this? Clearly, he'd failed miserably.
Sherry obediently stood up and stepped off Rocky's stomach, her eyes filled with resentment.
Rocky sat up with a relieved sigh. The silk sheet slid down, revealing his chest—he radiated an overwhelmingly sensual aura.
"Ah—" He let out a helpless sigh, pondering how to make her give up her pursuit. "Sherry, this... between us... it won't work out."
He couldn't even imagine what their offspring would look like.
"I want to have your pups."
Rocky felt utterly exasperated. He said gently, "Sherry, I only let my wife bear my children."
"I can be one of your many wives."
Suddenly, a thought struck him.
He always slept with his door closed. Even if unlocked, Sherry couldn't have opened it herself. So then...
"Kent, get your ass in here now!" His roar erupted like a thunderclap.
The moment his shout faded, Kent immediately pushed the door open, looking puzzled as he glanced from Rocky to Sherry. "What's going on? How did Sherry get in your room? You two..." The unspoken words were written all over his face.
Still playing dumb? Rocky's green eyes shot deadly glares. "Wolf fur coats must be worth a fortune," he said with a thoughtful smile.
Kent answered with feigned seriousness, "Wolves are protected animals; you can't just hunt and sell them. Besides, we're werewolves ourselves—we share half their blood. It's against our principles to kill our own kind."
If looks could kill, Kent would already be riddled with holes. But he was betting on Rocky not daring to get out of bed naked to settle the score, especially with Sherry watching intently nearby. That's why he dared to be so brazen.
Rocky glared hatefully at Kent's infuriatingly smug face but could do nothing.
If not for the fact that he wore nothing under the silk sheet, he would've lunged and strangled that brat, punching him black and blue to vent his anger.
Honestly, Rocky wouldn't usually care, but Sherry was right beside him. He feared she might pounce and cling to him relentlessly, so he didn't dare risk getting up.
Kent knew not to push Rocky further. If he lost control and charged despite everything, things would get ugly.
It was best to know when to stop.
If he kept teasing Rocky, his future days would be miserable. "I was just here to wake you up!"
Rocky's face remained icy and silent.
Kent chuckled. "Susan sent me to wake you. Seriously."
"And then?" His tone was deceptively gentle, sending chills down one's spine.
"That's all. Nothing else," Kent replied, still smiling.
"Get out." If he didn't leave soon, Rocky might just chop him up and feed him to Sherry!
"Alright, alright, I'm going. Sherry, let's go." Kent called out to Sherry.
Sherry cast a longing glance at Rocky before reluctantly hopping off the bed and following Kent out, dejected.
"Take a look outside. Your girl is quite popular, you know."
With those words, Kent led Sherry out, closed the door behind him, and scurried away like a fugitive.
His girl? Since when was Sophia his?
Outside? What was happening out there?
Rocky wasn't in a hurry to find out. He tossed aside the silk sheet covering him and headed into the bathroom to freshen up.
The sound of running water echoed for a good while before finally stopping.
He emerged from the bathroom refreshed, walked straight to the wardrobe, took out his clothes, and dressed layer by layer. Once fully dressed, he approached the window.
Drawing back the curtains that blocked the outside light, warm sunlight immediately spilled across the floor in a brilliant glow.
His gaze lowered to the courtyard, where a group had gathered: Payne, Peggy, Susan, Jennifer, Amy, Lloyd, and that utterly annoying Kent.
Down below, Kent met Rocky's eyes and grinned, raising his index and middle fingers in a playful salute.
Rocky ignored him and shifted his focus to Sophia. She was carrying a complex, high-precision camera and gesturing animatedly—it seemed she was about to take photos for everyone.
Right now, she truly looked like a professional photographer—poised and full of energy.
He crossed his arms and leaned against the window frame, quietly observing the lively scene unfolding in the courtyard below from his elevated vantage point.
The White family wasn't a large clan; they had few relatives. Moreover, Sophia was an only child, so she had grown up quite lonely, without many playmates her age.
However, she did have one cousin—three years older—and he was the only one.
She must have yearned for this kind of bustling, warm atmosphere. Seeing her joyful and content expression easily spread happiness to those around her—Rocky felt it too.
In this moment, she completely forgot the pain of being hunted and losing her home, genuinely laughing with heartfelt delight.
Susan glanced up and noticed Rocky by the window. She waved and called out, "Rocky, come down quickly!"
Rocky descended and joined the group for photos. Seeing Sophia's professional demeanor, he asked, "You're into photography too?"
"Yeah, I even have a personal exhibition coming up in a few days. Would you like to come?" Caught up in the harmonious atmosphere, Sophia felt like one of them and impulsively extended the invitation. But almost immediately, she regretted it—what if he was busy? A rejection would be so awkward...
Unaware of Sophia's internal turmoil, Rocky simply had free time lately. Besides, protecting her was his duty, and letting her go alone wasn't wise. So he agreed, "Sure, I'll check it out. I've got some free time anyway, and I can't let you go by yourself while I'm protecting you."