The Monster With An Angelic Face (TRIGGER WARNING NON-CON AND ABUSE)

When I woke up, it was already dark.

The discomfort I felt came from the hard concrete floor where my body lay after I fainted, which had brought me back from my sleep. Another was experiencing a different kind of pain, rather it was more of discomfort, that was spent from the magic I used beyond my limit.

Oh right, I thought to myself. I turned to see the Alpha leader sleeping on the floor next to me, I should bring him to bed. It was the least I could do after he fought the war for our pack.

However, when I tried to lift my body, I couldn’t move. Perhaps this was the consequence of using an advanced spell. It was a miracle that I successfully extracted the poison without fainting midway.

I was glad that I secretly practiced the Lycan scrolls during my youth.

I sighed as I relaxed on the floor and I felt awkward being next to the man who was responsible for this.

Speaking of which, what was that earlier? I was mixed with a lot of emotions that overwhelmed every ounce of logic.