My Husband Is Actually a Werewolf

Chapter 1

1,430 words

I always felt like my husband had some kind of condition.

Every time we had sex, his rough fingertips would push me to climax over and over,

But just as he was about to fully possess me, he'd always pull away abruptly.

All night, I listened to the water running in the bathroom and the muffled sound of a man trying to breathe quietly. I figured he must have been forced into this marriage. That was why he was so half-hearted.

Then came that night. Divorce papers in hand, I stopped outside the study. The door was half-open.

"Kai, you're clearly addicted to Nora, so why won't you touch her?"

"Human girls can't resist temptation. You better watch out or some other wolf will steal her away one of these days."

The man being teased took a leisurely sip of his drink, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the back of his neck.

"What do you guys know? I dream about absorbing her into my very bones.

But what if I lose control and hurt her? What if I scare her away and she doesn't want me anymore?"

His friends all laughed at that. "Then maybe stop taking those ice-cold showers for two hours every night."

That same night, while Kai was in the bathroom taking another cold shower, I unlocked his tablet with trembling hands.

Ninety-nine search history entries, all variations of the same question.

"I finally married my mate, but I'm a werewolf and she's just a human. How can I have sex with her without hurting her?"

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