His Slave, His Beloved Mate

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hts illuminated the entire city of Ubi. It was c

a different physique from ordinary humans, and although I was

lazed tree street, turning into the butterfly alley, and bypassing the green flower

llowed always haunted me and ke

ickiness slowly subsided. I wandered around for a while

at least twelve households, the age has been very old, walking too f

damp and moldy throughout the rainy season. I actually rarely live here. Mr. Christian bought a house in the very sunny Goldfish

supposed to be a business loved by the Orientals, and it cost me a lot

from the Goldfish neighborhood to find the glass doors smashe

ight, it was smashed to smithereens again and the monitors at th

ldfish neighborhood. I have to

e locomotive in Butterfly Alley, he is a total landlord, he s

ally, has its own solution. Therefore, o

p in Butterfly Alley, he gave me a frivolous whistle, but he had

but cower a little, but I will immediately r

expressionless. Over the years, I had gra

ill decided to use the stool against the door. I took a hasty shower, only to realize that

all was born, and my skin was in much better shape after not having to do many

I suddenly heard some movement coming from outs

up alertly. I quickly turned off the lights in the room and walk

deliberately shaken. I did not make a sound

should have been nervous, but I wasn't. My heart was beating wil

not leave, and I heard someone whispering. I couldn't resist tak

e door seemed to have heard the voices inside,followed

as R

! I didn't make a sound, my chest kept ris

ng obscene in a loud voice. "You sleep with a rich man, what's wrong with

didn't even change my face, just thinkin

door with a noise that seemed like

nly said, followed by a whisper as if the person was closer to the door panel, with a little wet and hot stickiness and disgust, "Whose bi

shivered, but I was not the same Elena from the manor now, I took a step

o take care of Butterfly Alley! You're a werewolf, right? Guess what those w

high and mighty pure-blood family of werewolves! Why in this world, just because of the noble b

a dagger with a reflective blade thrust in! I don't know what this dagger is made of, cutting the door l

ck and squeezed

ned by him anymore. I let my anger calm

ether it was a dagger or a long knife he used it well. He is b

the door lock was finally cut, I closed my eyes and used all my strength to let

he whole short knife with force, and did not hesitate to again aimed at his chest! Only to hear the cold sho

ything but a buzzing in my ears. I closed the door with trembling hands and lowered

elled like sticky rust. I breathed deeply, and the rusty s

ife fell to the ground with an ear-splitting soun

nothing like the night I escaped fr

image of my tragic white face and determine

a long time before slowly getting up. Yes, I couldn't let

lf, I didn't know which family he belonged to, would someone come

tried to cut off his hand. I know it's already like I'm crazy, but after the anger that washed over

ere to? The river outside the city? No, I can't. The body

was another sound outside the door, and bef

we hadn't seen each other for three years, and I

allway. He turned around and seemed to scan whoever was there,

eside me, and in my confused thoughts I noticed that his wh

hanged, so that I had forgotten in a trance that his presenc

idn't know how to deal with it at all, all those w

ose of it?" He asked me in a low voice, and I realized t

scrambled, and I knew I shouldn't talk to him

my wife and they'll take care of everything for you." He spoke in a lower voice and looked at

much more sensitive to these words, and I came to m

d said firmly, "I am not your wife, Mr. Leonar

smile, he seemed to be sighing or laughing:

lena, living in the city of Ubi a free

and suddenly thought, t