Chapter 2
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"Being picky about food, are we?" His behavior made my heart flutter. I deliberately poked his sensitive little nose with my fingertip, lowering my voice teasingly.
"Your daddy even messaged saying if you don't behave, I should let you go hungry. See how nice I am to you? I'm the one who treats you best, aren't I?"
He seemed to understand the deeper meaning in my words, his body stiffening slightly. The next second, he extended his warm tongue—no longer hesitant but almost reverent—taking both the meat and the warmth of my fingertip into his mouth. His throat emitted satisfied, deep whimpers.
That moist, warm sensation sent tingles through my fingertips.
"Just for a piece of meat?" I deliberately put on a stern face, enjoying his increasingly eager attempts to please me.
He immediately responded with even sweeter, more plaintive sounds, rubbing his head against my palm and wrist, those deep blue eyes filled with undisguised dependence and possessiveness.
I was completely disarmed by his mixture of innocence and wildness.
The usually composed and elegant Ethan, whose every movement exuded refined nobility, turned out to be so clingy once he dropped his disguise—willing to abandon his dignified image just to please me. This stark contrast really struck a chord with me.
I had just placed a bowl of diced meat in front of him when the doorbell began ringing insistently.
The next second, the door burst open and my best friend Grace rushed in like a whirlwind.
"Aurora! Aurora! Let me see that absolutely adorable darling you're taking care of!" Grace's eyes sparkled as she eagerly scanned the room.
"Don't get too excited," I quickly stepped in front of her, hinting meaningfully. "He's a bit… shy around strangers."
As soon as I finished speaking, Ethan, who had been focused on his meal, perked up his ears alertly. He quickly abandoned his bowl and, like a white lightning bolt, darted behind me. He curled into a small ball, only his fluffy head peeking out from beside my leg, staring vigilantly at Grace with undisguised hostility and possessiveness.
"Wow! Is that him? What beautiful blue eyes!" Grace's excitement instantly skyrocketed. She crouched down and reached out to pet his head. "Come here, sweetie, let me give you some love."
Every hair on Ethan's body stood on end as he pressed himself tighter against my legs, emitting a clear, deep growl of warning from his throat.
Look at that possessiveness. Usually pretending to be so proper and human-like, but as a wolf, he's brutally honest about his feelings.
Grace's hand hung in midair, her face full of disbelief. She tried several gentle tones of voice, but Ethan remained unmoved and even turned his rear toward her. Finally, he extended his paw and lightly pawed at my pant leg with his pink pad, looking up at me with eyes that clearly said: "Pet me. Only you can pet me."
"Fine, fine," Grace surrendered helplessly. "I get it now—this little guy only has eyes for you. He's quite the jealous type."
Crisis averted, Ethan immediately snuggled back to my side, affectionately rubbing his head against my calf, acting cute and coy as he begged for attention—as if that fierce little wolf from moments ago had never existed. Smiling, I bent down and slowly stroked his fur, enjoying the gentleness he showed only to me.
That evening, I lounged on the sofa scrolling through my phone while Ethan lay contentedly across my lap, his warm body like a personal heater as I ruffled his fluffy fur.
My fingers moved quickly across the screen, adding more and more items for "him" to my shopping cart.
A little dress… a lace collar… a ribbon with bells… I wondered what Ethan would look like wearing these, gazing at me with those piercing blue eyes.
Ethan, lying on my lap, was completely oblivious, contentedly narrowing his eyes with a satisfied purr rumbling in his throat—unwittingly providing the perfect soundtrack to my mischievous plans.
A few days later, packages piled up throughout the entire entryway.
I eagerly tore into the packages while Ethan followed behind me, tilting his head in confusion.
I unwrapped a pink, lace-adorned puffy skirt and held it up against him to check the size.
His expression cracked slightly.
I also unpacked a classic black and white maid outfit, complete with an exquisitely crafted cat ear headband.
His blue eyes widened in absolute horror.
"Come on, baby, let's try this on," I said with a mischievous smile, ignoring his stiffness and attempts to retreat as I held him firmly and tried to slip the little maid outfit over his head.
"Awoo!" Ethan let out a piercing howl, his four paws struggling desperately to escape my clutches.
But in this form, his strength was no match for mine.
In no time, I had successfully stuffed him into the outfit and placed the ridiculous cat ear headband on his wolf ears.
"Baby, you look so beautiful…" I excitedly cupped his face, my fingertips gently stroking his soft fur. "You're the cutest little wolf maid in the world."
I couldn't help imagining what human Ethan would look like in this outfit, kneeling before me on one knee.
Ethan's eyes were hollow, his fluffy tail hanging limply behind him. He stubbornly turned his head, refusing to look at his humiliating reflection—a wolf in a dress and cat ears.
"Don't be upset," I cooed, planting a soothing kiss on his smooth forehead. "I'll just take a few nice photos, then you can take it off, okay?"
I took out my phone and began capturing his adorable appearance from every angle. Sometimes I posed him sitting primly with paws together; other times I had him lie down, gazing at me innocently with those blue eyes.
His spirit seemed to leave his body under my lens. He finally surrendered completely, flopping limply onto my lap and allowing me to pose him however I wanted, his eyes silently pleading: "Just get this over with."
I scrolled through the photos with immense satisfaction—each one so adorable it made my heart melt.
I selected several maid photos that best showcased his "innocent yet seductive" side and sent them to Ethan, who was supposedly "on a business trip."
The person on the other end remained silent for a long time, as if experiencing an intense internal struggle, before finally sending a weak "…" filled with silent suffering.
Just as I was admiring my handiwork, I suddenly realized something.
From beginning to end, I'd called him "baby" and "little one," but had never asked about his actual name.
I immediately opened my chat with Ethan and sent a message, feigning ignorance.
"What's your little wolf's name?"
He replied almost instantly: "Sweetheart baby."
Looking at those words on the screen, I could almost feel a question mark forming above my head.
The next second, that message was quickly recalled.
Ethan's new message popped up: "Sorry, typo. His name is KK."
