Wolf Everywhere

"You're so spoiled, boss, my goodness!" Noreen said in an irritated tone.

"I don't want to eat, why do you keep forcing me!" Thiery snapped, annoyed.

"But you have to take your medicine, sir," Noreen said, grabbing a tissue and wiping Thiery's porridge-stained lips. "It's dangerous if your stomach is empty. Mr. Beta Sander said you haven't eaten since yesterday."

Noreen's brows furrowed as she looked at Thiery, who was leaning back on his bed with his eyes closed.

Noreen asked one of the mansion's servants to make some porridge so her boss could eat and take his medicine, but after three mouthfuls, he vomited the porridge back into the bowl and kept his mouth shut, avoiding the spoon in Noreen's hand.

Noreen felt like she was taking care of Jonathan when her son was unwell. So spoiled and fussy.

Of course, Noreen, they're father and son, Noreen said to herself, in her mind.

Thiery opened his eyes.  "If you want to help me get better, just hug me. It's so cold."

Noreen narrowed her eyes, glaring at Thiery with an annoyed expression. "You're such a pervert, sir, even when you're sick like this, you're still trying to harass me!"

"Gosh," Thiery muttered breathlessly. "I'm almost freezing to death, and you're still accusing me of that. Just go away then!"

Thierry pulled the blanket over his head, struggling to stifle the shivers beneath the four thick blankets.

"Alpha T, you should talk to her nicely," Dash complained softly. "What if she really leaves? It's already quite warm, just with her around."

"Oh, shut up, Dash," Thiery muttered. "At least you can still hide under your thick fur, while I have to swallow that paper-tasting porridge."

"As if you've ever eaten paper," Dash sneered.

"Go to sleep and stop complaining. I'm exhausted from shivering!" Thiery hissed.

Meanwhile, Noreen heard noises under the blankets, thinking Thiery was asleep and delirious. She touched the blankets and felt a subtle vibration.

"Oh my God, he's covered with four blankets, yet he's shivering and delirious?" Noreen muttered in confusion. "What's going on? Is it really that cold? What if he's hypothermic?"

Noreen panicked, not knowing what to do. Thiery's fever should have been warm, but in reality, he was so cold, like ice, that he was shivering.

Just hug him, Noreen. It's for healing, not for anything else like you think. Or maybe you're the one with the perverted thoughts, one part of Noreen's mind thought.

But, would a hug alone get him better? He's not Jonathan, who's the body so little. He is so big.  I'd probably be crushed by him, another side of Noreen's mind thought.

But Noreen stepped under the covers and, in the darkness, touched Thiery's shivering back.

"Gosh, even with four layers of blankets, it feels cool," Noreen murmured.

She reached up, pulled the covers down so they weren't covering Thiery's head, and gently wrapped her right arm around his shoulders and tucked her left hand under his neck like a pillow.

Noreen's heart was beating twice, no, three times faster than usual, as she felt Thiery slowly move closer to her.

She was sure that if there were a mirror in front of her, she would be shocked to see her own face, probably as red as an overripe tomato.

But after five minutes, Noreen was surprised to find that Thiery seemed to be no longer shivering and his breathing had become more regular.

She also felt a strange sense of comfort, and it made Noreen drowsy. She closed her eyes and drifted into a deep sleep.

When Noreen woke two hours later, she was confused. Where was she? What was this warmth that was making her body feel so relaxed?

Noreen's eyes fell on the broad chest next to her and she immediately realized that her position had changed. Noreen had moved.

She was in Thiery's arms, and it seemed he was fine, as the blankets were no longer covering them, and Thiery wasn't shivering anymore.

"S-sir, I have to w-wake up," Noreen muttered nervously, moving again, trying to wriggle out of Thiery's arms.

Thiery mumbled heavily. "No. Stay like this until my body heat returns. Be still, Noreen. You're so small, like a plump."

"P-plum? Oh my," Noreen muttered. "You should just say thank you, instead of mocking me."

"That's my way of saying thank you," Thiery said, tightening his embrace, and then his soft snores could be heard again.

Noreen couldn't believe how someone so cold and shivering under four blankets could recover to normal just because she held him?

Jonathan was like that too. If he was sick, Noreen only had to hold him all night, and the next morning he would be fine, back to normal.

Maybe it was the same thing Jonathan had done to her before he left, the healing power of suggestion.

While Noreen was thinking about that, Thiery moved slowly and kissed Noreen's forehead.

"What are you thinking about, making your forehead wrinkle so much?" Thiery asked, kissing Noreen's forehead again.

"Uh, sir, if you're feeling better, could you stop hugging me?" Noreen said, pushing Thiery's chest lightly. "Besides, I have to go to the bathroom."

Thierry let out a long groan, but he released Noreen and pulled himself up, sitting against the headboard, while Noreen quickly got up and ran to the bathroom.

"You still have doubts, Alpha? That she's your mate?" Dash asked. His voice sounded normal. "She got over your terrible rut with just her hug!"

Thiery sighed. "I don't know. I've already taken Edmont's medicine, so maybe it was just a coincidence."

"Never mind," Dash said irritably.  "I'm not talking to you anymore. You're the most stubborn Alpha I've ever known. My energy just recovered, and now I have to waste it arguing with you!"

Thiery didn't say anything, even though he knew Dash was really pissed off at him this time.

Thiery had just set foot on the floor when Noreen emerged from the bathroom.

"Sir, I'm not being presumptuous," Noreen said, walking over. "But why are there pictures of wolves everywhere Bradley is associated? Even in the bathroom?"

Thiery's eyebrows raised. "Why? You don't like wolves?"

Noreen shrugged. "Well, I don't have any particular feelings about it. They're just animals, right? Just like cats, koalas, giraffes. I'm just curious and think,  If that wolves were human, maybe they'd have NPD."

"They're my ancestors, Noreen, not just any animals!" Thiery hissed angrily.

Noreen was shocked by Thiery's words and attitude. She felt goosebumps running down her spine.

"Oh, sorry, sir, I didn't mean to offend you. I've never heard of someone's ancestor being a wolf?" Noreen said, confused.

Thiery bit the inside of his cheek. "Do you believe me?"

Noreen stared at Thiery for a moment, then stepped closer, standing directly in front of him. She reached out and placed her palm on Thiery's forehead.

"I'll assume you're still sick, even though your body seems to be back to normal," Noreen said. "Now, I'm going to make some porridge, and you have to eat it all! No more vomiting!"

They were shocked by Noreen's fierce attitude. "I don't want to eat por—"

Noreen raised her index finger and waved it in front of Thiery's face.  "Then I'm going home. If you get cold again, just hug your fireplace. Huh! I'm a designer, not a heater! Call me when you're ready to give me some drawing and design work!"

Noreen stomped angrily, then turned to walk away, but Thiery reached out and grabbed Noreen's hand.

Noreen turned and glared fiercely. "WHAT?"

Thierry swallowed. "I want... Uh... Seafood porridge."

Dash chuckled.