Chapter 1

My S-class companion beastman doesn't like me.

He only wags his tail for my sister.

Later, I brought home a stress-relief beastman.

And my little wolf almost cried.

"Anya, you can only keep me, your one and only wolf!"

I was drunk.

Sitting outside a bar, chain-smoking to sober up.

A shady vendor sidled up to me, his voice a low whisper: "Miss, you look stressed. Need a beastman's service? I’ve got a stress-relief beastman who can help you unwind."

I waved my hand, clearing the smoke. "What?"

The vendor nervously scanned left and right, confirming no one was watching before he beckoned to a shadowy figure nearby, calling the beastman over.

It was a wolf-beastman, tall and lean, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.

When he stopped, he blocked the bar lights, casting a long shadow over me.

Before I could react, the vendor yanked the crude collar around his neck, forcing the wolf-beastman to his knees.

He removed the rusty muzzle.

Then, he tugged the wolf-beastman's hair, pulling his head back to reveal his full face.

Pale skin.

A high, prominent nose.

Thin lips pressed into a tight line.

Bruises adorned his brow bone and the corners of his mouth.

His narrow, feral eyes locked onto me, unblinking.

The vendor patted his face roughly. "See, Miss? With a face like this, you'll feel good just hitting him, won't you?"

I swallowed, a flutter of interest in my chest.

He was exactly my type.

And my doctor had said I had a hormonal imbalance, I really did need to de-stress.

But… I already had a wolf-beastman at home.

Would Jax mind?

Seeing my hesitation, the vendor kicked the beastman. "Get up. Show the lady your muscles."

The beastman rose slowly.

Chains wrapped around his body, he could only use one hand to pull off his black T-shirt, instantly revealing sculpted, pale muscles.

But his body was covered in scars and bruises.

The vendor quickly reattached the muzzle and patted his powerful bicep.

"See, Miss? Great stamina, astonishing recovery rate."

"Two hundred dollars for two hours of service. Just for stress relief, as long as you don't do anything too extreme, the little wolf will recover."

"Too extreme?" I gasped, shocked.

Had people's tastes really gotten that twisted nowadays?

Seriously messed up.

Whatever. The one at home wouldn't let me touch him anyway.

This one was cheap, and if he was obedient, I'd just buy him.

I stood up, a little tipsy, and asked, "How much to buy the little wolf outright?"

"Hehe, that won't be cheap," the vendor rubbed his hands. "The little wolf is our best merchandise."

"Name your price."

"Then I'll give you a lucky number: fifty-eight thousand, eight hundred and eighty-eight."

I paused.

My companion wolf-beastman, Jax, had cost my parents millions.

This one was actually so cheap.

"Too expensive?"

"How about we just round it down? Fifty-eight thousand."