Chapter 22

Tom's grievous screams echoed between the palace walls, going on all night long.

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At dawn.

The werewolf ejaculated again inside Tom's body. Satisfied, he slowly took his own from Tom's body, which was already damp with sweat and blood.

The man in front of him was lying with his legs spread apart.

Between the human's legs, the bloody hole oozed out a mixture of red and white liquid.

"Stop pretending to be dead, wake up!" Roughly, the werewolf snapped at Tom.

When he turned Tom's body, he stared blankly at Tom's body.

The human who was tortured all night by him had bloody wounds and bruises piled up on top of each other all over his body. He had just remembered that a vicious bite would be lethal to any human.

The weak breath of the human disappeared. The werewolf carefully touched the icy body. Then a feeling of panic took over.

The werewolf tried to suppress his emotions, desperately convincing himself that the uneasy feeling he was feeling was simply because he didn't want to let the human die so quickly.

"Humans, what a weak and lowly being." The werewolf mocked. He carried Tom's badly injured body in his arms and headed for his maid who had followed him for thousands of years.

"Keep him alive. When I get back, make sure he's still usable." Human orders to his servant.

"Yes sir." The waiter answered politely.

As the werewolf left, the maid who was already in her old age sighed sadly as she stared at Tom's torn and torn body.

"Poor master..." The maid muttered quietly.

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At night.

After releasing his anger on the other creatures in the forest, the werewolf returned to the palace.

"How is he?" The werewolf asked when he saw that Tom had been laid on a clean bed, his eyes still tightly closed. His lips were still pale with beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

"I'm afraid he's not doing so well, sir. He has a high fever now and he's been throwing up a few times this afternoon. He just calmed down a while ago." said the waiter. When the servant saw the werewolf extending his hand to wake the human, he stopped him, "Sir, it would be best to let him rest a little longer."

"Hn." The werewolf snorted as he decided not to wake Tom, he was silent for a moment before finally turning to leave and closing the door behind him.

"You. Master has left. Can you sit down for a drink of water?" The maid asked as she walked over to Tom's bed.

Tom's eyes, which were tightly closed earlier, slowly opened. However, those eyes were as empty of emotion as calm water.

The maid breathed deeply, "Even though I know what Master has done to you, I beg of you, don't blame him for..."

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Tom woke up suddenly from her sleep. Just as he was about to fall asleep again, he heard a voice in the room.

"Oh... you're awake?" asked the werewolf. He sat in the chair by the window looking at Tom.

'How long has he been there?' Tom wondered in silence.

"You think I didn't notice you were pretending to be asleep?" The werewolf's voice was filled with anger.

Tom remained silent.

"Talk!!" The werewolf stood up and immediately climbed onto Tom's body.

Tom raised her hand and placed it against the werewolf's chest as she felt his emotions. Then he slowly said haltingly, "You are so... pathetic."

Those words stabbed straight into the werewolf's heart like a cold knife.

"You want to die..."

"UHHGG!!" The werewolf thrust his rod into Tom's hole without any lubricant.

But what was even more terrifying was that the werewolf's trunk grew suddenly. Tom's hole that was narrow and hard to accept was the werewolf's trunk now torn apart even wider under the gruesome thrust. Tom's mouth was half open, but no sound came out. Then he looked at the werewolf who had now completely transformed into his beast form.

In front of Tom right now was a giant wolf with gray fur!!

"NO!!!!" Tom screamed in fright.

The wolf's enormous trunk was pulled almost completely out, tugging at Tom's hole muscles with the blood wrapping around her trunk.

Then, the wolf bent down, concentrated its strength on its waist and rammed its trunk deep into Tom's hole.

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Moments later, the wolf panted slightly as he finished releasing his passion for Tom. He set his sights on the now near-dead man on his bed. A flash of regret appeared in his black eyes, but disappeared in that instant.

As he transformed back into his demi-human form, he wondered.

Every time he transformed into his full beast form, he could maximize his power to the limit. However, changing to that form was not his main choice. He cannot change form of his own accord. Usually, it was only when his life was at stake that he could transform from a werewolf to a full-fledged beast.

'... Why? How could I lose control just because of a human?' growled the werewolf. He jumped off the bed and left the room.

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In the highest part of the old palace, the werewolf often sat alone on the edge of the tower to contemplate.

At that moment, the silvery white moon hung high in the sky, the moon looked so close it seemed as if it was within hand's reach.

The moonlight illuminates the dark night. The wind blew, rustling through the trees. Wild animals could be heard howling not far away.

'This world is where I live'. The werewolf thought set his heart.

The next days passed with the werewolf always appearing in Tom's room. He didn't care how bad the wounds were on Tom's body, he kept tormenting her every night without stopping. Tom's wound was getting worse every day because the previous wound didn't have a chance to heal even a little until another new wound appeared.

As time passed, Tom's screams began to lessen.

To be continued.