Chapter 38

The large crystal lamp in the living room was turned off, leaving only the not particularly bright floor lamp with orange light coming through, accompanied by the still powerful and comforting crispness of the androgynous werewolf, full of heart-pounding hormones.

There was no one else in the living room, only the guards on guard outside.

It looks like Blake was also gone.

"Alpha...," I said graciously, walking over to him.

The man turned around, and the light fell on his finely handsome face, I saw his deep eyes skim over my face, a little bit inch by inch down over my snow-white neck, my top dress shaped with my full breasts, to my bare toes, and he visibly rolled his throat, "Molly, are you okay?"

At the same time, he walked quickly towards me, extending his large, slender, well-fed palm, but just as it was about to touch my hand, he made an inviting gesture, "Sit down, let’s talk."

Polite and gentlemanly as