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?

The password for the bracelet's recording.


Mr. Fletcher's eyes lit up, the corners of his mouth curling up unconsciously. His tone grew excited. "Good, good, good. Good girl."


Mr. Fletcher pulled Lynn Fletcher into his arms and gently patted her thin back. His voice trembled, it was unclear if from excitement or pity. "Just wait."


As soon as he said that, Mr. Fletcher immediately let her go, pulled open the door, and left.


Lynn Fletcher watched his crisp departure, her eyes flickering. She bit her lower lip hard, her eyes welling with tears.


"AHH!!" A scream spilled from her lips.


The sound of her forehead hitting the door was heavy and sharp.


"Miss Fletcher! Miss Fletcher!" Several male doctors squeezed into the room, forcibly restraining Lynn Fletcher and strapping her to the hospital bed.


After a shot of sedative, Lynn Fletcher, who had been screaming and shouting just moments ago, quieted down.


Chapter 185 - Chapter 185: Not Raising a Cub, but a Mate