I’m a Witch Who Bought a Strong Werewolf Slave

I bought a breathtakingly handsome and sculpted werewolf slave from the magic black market.His rock-hard abs were on full display, and his deep V-lines pointed straight down into his tight, low-slung pants.But once I got him home, it was clear something was very wrong.A low, suppressed growl rumbled constantly in his throat. He stared at me with his golden wolf eyes, looking like he wanted to tear me apart and devour me whole. His body burned like a walking furnace.I thought he had wolfsbane fever and frantically contacted the seller.The seller was silent for three seconds after hearing my description.[My dear witch, is it possible he isn't sick, but just...hungry?][The kind of hungry...that makes a werewolf want to pin you to a wall and sink his fangs into your neck to mark you?]...I blew my life savings on a top-tier werewolf slave from the black market.The listing was written in bold: Top-tier Alpha bloodline. Cold, strong, and wild.But what really sold me was the final

That's right. I bought this top-tier, brawny werewolf to scrub my cauldron and do my chores.The inspiration came from a fellow witch I met at the wizarding market.She was bragging about her new half-orc slave, claiming he could lick the floors so clean you could see your reflection in them and even served as her personal foot warmer in the winter.While the other witches burst out laughing and treated it as a joke, I was the only one who zeroed in on two key words: labor and warmth.As a poor witch who spent all her time buried in potion-making, my apartment was damp, cold, and so messy it looked like it had been hit by a tornado.So, Bruce was, quite simply, a gift from the heavens.Over the next week, Bruce proved that every penny I'd spent was worth it.He demonstrated astonishing efficiency, channeling all that ferocious energy into tackling years of built-up grime.Just look at those muscles, that powerful build. Who else could lift a half-ton cauldron with one hand?But beyond

Bruce froze, a flicker of disbelief in his eyes, which still blazed with golden flames.But the next second, a deeper growl rumbled from his throat. "Yes. Please."I hadn't expected him to agree so readily. This was, after all, a rather private matter.I scrambled to sit up, my fingers tracing the sigil of an unlocking spell in the air.As a witch who specialized in the magic of mechanisms, a minor lock like this was child's play. I had to maintain an air of professionalism.With a soft click, the crisp sound of metal echoed in the silent night.The black metal lock sprang open and fell away.In the instant the lock released, an intense wave of heat washed over me.It seemed this wolf, caged for so many years, was finally breaking free.As if he could bear it no longer, Bruce lunged forward.I instinctively shrank back, but he caught my wrist in a flash.His palm was searing hot, his grip strong enough to crush my bones, yet the moment it touched my skin, his hold became impossibly ge

The next morning, I had to go to the magic market to buy herbs.For the first time, I felt a strange reluctance to leave the workshop.It was just a trip to the market, two hours at most.But as I looked at Bruce standing in the kitchen doorway, my feet felt rooted to the spot.It was all because of that kiss last night, the one that nearly suffocated me. It changed everything between us.The way I looked at him now held a new, secret...possessiveness."Bruce," I turned back for the third time, unable to stop myself from nagging. "There are a lot of dark wizard hunters out there lately. Don't wander off.""An Alpha of your quality would be a tragic loss if you got caught and turned into a trophy, and I don't have the money to buy you back from the black market.""We're running low on meat. Wait for me to get back and buy some, don't go out on your own."Bruce put down the rag in his hand and sighed helplessly. "I know, Cici. That's the fourth time you've told me."But that familiar eng

Forgetting the broken glass on the floor, I scrambled closer, my voice incredulous."What did you just say the missing White Wolf King's name was?"The witch selling toads, her face alight with excitement, shoved a yellowed magical newspaper in front of me."Bruce Silvermoon! Cici, you're always so buried in your potions, you probably don't follow this stuff. He's the sole Alpha heir of the Silver Moon Pack, the biggest celebrity in the werewolf world!""...Do you have a high-definition magic photo of him?""Sure, look at this moving picture."The image on the newspaper began to move.In the clip, the man was wearing an impeccably tailored black suit, stepping out of a luxury car. His eyes were filled with a chilling murderous intent and authority.Though he lacked the tender, doting look he used to give me, I'd recognize that face even if it were reduced to ash.That was my Bruce, the one who only knew how to wash socks, scrub cauldrons, and whimper in bed, begging to be held.My brai