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40 Master, Please Don't...

"Delia, you're the first werewolf to leave a mark on me, and as your master, I owe you a little punishment."

The tip of Kral's high nose kept touching my face like a wolf studying how to bite its prey, his golden pupils like a pool. I closed my eyes and dared not move.

He lay on top of me and the bed sank slightly. His legs pushed open my knees, and the fabric left a faint red mark on my soft skin, forcing me apart. The pink towel slid off as he moved. My body was exposed to him.

“You... you said you wouldn't force me,” I said, breathing fast and trembling with a touch of grievance.

The sense of danger in Kral froze for a moment, and I seized the moment to kick him with all my strength. Kral was kicked out of bed.

"F.uck!"

I opened my eyes and saw Kral's face contorted. He covered his lower body and the veins in his forehead bulged.

I watched his movements.

No way!

I wrapped the quilt around myself and got out of bed to help him up. I wanted to feel his wound.

"I didn't mean to, maste
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