Chapter 19 He’s Mine Now
Aubrey’s POV
“But… that’s way too much,” I said sweetly, tilting my head with a wide–eyed, innocent look. “What if I can’t
finish it?”
In her stunned silence, I suddenly flipped the bowl right onto her perfectly styled curls!
Soy sauce dripped down the bridge of her nose and soaked into her limited–edition designer dress. Grains of rice clung to her thick, exaggerated falseshes.
“Please help me finish it, then.” I blinked at her.
“AHH!!” Her scream nearly shattered the ceiling. “You little bitch!”
When her p came flying toward me, I stepped back lightly and dodged it, smiling innocently. “I just didn’t want to waste food.”
“Ah! You filthy little thing! Why don’t you just drop dead?!”
Aurelia screeched at the maids. “Are you all blind?! This brat has lost her mind! Tie her up right now!”
The servants snapped out of it like waking from a dream and shifted into wolf form, lunging toward me. But I wasn’t the same girl who used to let them beat me without fighting back.
As they closed in, I kicked over the marble coffee table with one swift strike!
“Let’s see who dares.”
ss shattered everywhere. The room erupted into gasps of shock. Aurelia stared at me wide–eyed, like she didn’t recognize me at all.
“You little b*tch!”
The next second, her arms started to shift, eyes glowing red–she transformed into a gray wolf and lunged
at me.
Her ws pinned me to the ground, digging into my skin. Her fangs bared as she roared at my face. But all I could think was–damn<i>, </i><i>would </i>it kill <i>her </i><i>to </i><i>brush </i><i>her </i>teeth? <i>Her </i><i>breath </i><i>is </i><i>disgusting</i>.
I frowned and stared right back at the gray wolf hovering over me, who could rip my throat out at any
second.
“Don’t forget–Bailey’s still waiting for me to write her paper. The one she needs to secure a spot in the rmendation program. I wrote thest two that won her awards. If I quit now, what’s she going to do?”
The gray wolf’s eyes widened, clearly furious. She definitely hadn’t expected me to threaten her.
Feeling her hesitate, I narrowed my eyes and kept going. “You can rip out my throat right now, or sh me to ribbons. But I promise you–if you touch a single hair on me, that final paper is gone. And you know damn well Bailey doesn’t have the brains to get in on her own. You really want to go head–to–head with me?”
My words clearly made her pause.
The werewolf university Bailey was aiming for had extremely high standards. With her intelligence and
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ability, she had no shot at getting in on her own. The two papers I’d written got her past the initial screening, but she still needed a third to secure her ce..
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It was strange. Ever since I died once, my mind felt like it finally snapped into ce. I had so many cards to y, but in my past life, I was like a clueless rock–never resisting, never protecting myself.
Thank the Lunar Oath, I’d gotten another shot.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of a car outside. I smiled darkly.
“Is that the guest you invited to help Bailey clean up the mess? They’re here. Are you going to greet them looking like this?”
I pressed harder,yer byyer. Aurelia’s wolf ears twitched violently. In the end, she unwillingly shifted- back into her human form.
“Well, don’t just stand there! Clean this ce up–our guest has arrived!” she barked at the maids.
She shot me a venomous re, then stormed upstairs with her head still covered in rice to change.
I smiled faintly and calmly adjusted my skirt before sitting down on the couch again. I had a pretty good idea who hade–and I was already nning to cause trouble.
Soon, a male werewolf entered the house wearing the uniform of the Pack’s security division. His deep blue uniform clung perfectly to a sculpted, broad–shouldered frame. His presence was calm andmanding, and his gaze was piercing as it swept the room.
Of course. It was him–Bailey’s cousin, Charles Lynn.
He was also known throughout the Shadowmoon Pack as the king of “uniform appeal.” All year round, he strutted through the pack in that damn security uniform, always investigating something. But more than his talent for solving cases, it was his handsome face and rock–solid physique that made him the main topic of gossip among female werewolves.
Sinceing of age, he’d stayed on the list of the ten most desirable werewolf warriors that every she–wolf wanted to marry.
But now, as I crossed my legs and gave him a slow, predatory smile-
He was mine.
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