I Saved an Injured Werewolf, But He Warned Me He'd Never Accept Me
Chapter 8
I tried hard to push him away.
His pitch-black eyes flashed with crimson as he raised his paw to press down my hand. His huge wolf body covered me, enveloping me completely.
Black fur fell on my cheeks. I turned my head away awkwardly and angrily kicked him: "Get off!"
He let out a muffled groan, his body trembling, but pressed down on me even more—
"What are you doing? Get off! Did you hear me? Are you trying to commit a crime? You bastard..."
I was about to cry out when I heard his muffled voice:
"I'm in pain. Can I just hold you for a while?
"I'll just hold you, nothing else. Please."
His wolf head nuzzled my cheek, his furry ears inadvertently brushing my forehead. His mouth let out uncontrollable whimpers.
I was stunned for a moment:
"...Mating season? Sensitive period? Or are you on drugs?"
He shook his ears but didn't answer my question.
His wolf body was twice my size, his fur covering the entire king-sized bed. It was really heavy on top of me.
I was silent for a moment, then patted his paw:
"Can we change positions?
"Let me be on top."