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?

Holly Wyatt planted her feet, staring intently at Silas Thornton.


The tips of Silas Thornton's ears twitched, and he realized Holly Wyatt had arrived.


He looked up at Holly, his expression serious and his voice low. "You're up?"


'Hehe... My cub... Hehe... My cub is even prettier today! I'm so proud!!'


Holly stared at Silas's perfectly straight-faced features, the corner of her mouth twitching. She raised a hand to rub her stomach, signaling that she was hungry.


"Let's go. Breakfast is ready." Silas Thornton set down his newspaper, stood up, and smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes.


Nearby, Evie, who had been burying his head in his homework, secretly glanced at Silas. The moment Silas stood up, he quickly threw down his pen. "Uncle Lord of the Wolves! I'm hungry too!"


The slight curve of Silas's lips froze for a moment. He lowered his gaze and shot Evie a glare. "Finish your homework first."


Chapter 115 - Chapter 115: Even a Willful Cub is So Cute