Surprised that he slept so soundly, Cyrus couldn't help but sigh when he remembered the events of the last night.
He moved his hand around, ready to pull the girl close to rub his face on her soft breasts and start a good morning, but he found the bed empty.
His brows furrowed before he opened his eyes.
Judging from the cold bed, it was evident that she had left quite some time ago, and he sighed.
She must've been flustered. He looked down at her nail marks on his chest, and his ears tinted red at the memories of last night.
As much as he wanted to avoid getting intimate with the girl, her seductive body was like loose soil that was letting and trapping him inside her charismatic beauty.
"I have never seen you sleep like this, as I told you earlier. She is our wife; we need to cherish her," his wolf said with a knowing smile.
