Luna curled her lips, continuing, "But the food I cook is only for people who help out. If you don't help, then once it's ready, don't expect any for yourself."
She didn't actually need him to do the work—what she wanted was the proud bastard's attitude, even if he only helped with one bowl, that'd be enough.
To want to eat and still act so high and mighty—no way, even if he was a capture target.
She was already maxed out on disgust, so she couldn't keep being pissed off at him.
Corbin Crowley's expression instantly darkened at her words. This damn fat woman, she actually dared to threaten him?
He wasn't just a rare Silver-moon Grey Wolf, a Peak of Tier Five Beastman, half-step to the Sixth Rank. In the whole tribe, except for the leader, he was the strongest. Rhys Blackwood was at most his equal.
When had he ever suffered this kind of humiliation?
Smelling the thick aroma of meat in the air, his face grew even grimmer.
Damn this mouthwatering smell, damn its seduction…
