Chapter 203: The Strange Waiter
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
However, there were so accidents.
So tough werewolves could withstand stress and pain. The werewolf body allowed us to withstand more damage. We also had a strong regenerative ability. Werewolf poison was one of the few existences that could make us feel pain, but once there was a werewolf poison overdose, it was very easy to cause the werewolf’s death.
It was a tough job, and Michael wouldn’t return anyti soon.
I was so sleepy when Michael was here that I wanted to cuddle up and get so sleep. Now that Michael was gone, I was not interested in sleeping at all.
Anything I didn’t do with Michael didn’t appeal to right now.
I ordered myself breakfast and then checked out so she-wolf news, hoping to give Michael so clues.
Even though I knew that Joanna had left Michael’s house, Michael and I didn’t go back to the house but stayed on the top floor of the hotel. I liked that it was just Michael and ; it felt like we had a ho.
It was our little world, our private place.
We didn’t get many visitors, and my friend Kate followed her mate back to the Ancient Wood Pack. I hadn’t seen her in a while.
There was only Samuel, who regularly reported to Michael. When I first t Samuel, I thought he was distant, but now I liked it that way.
Samuel ca here almost every day, but he didn’t stay long. He always left as soon as he was done. This gave Michael and plenty of ti to be together.
As for Sasha, she spent most of the day in the library because her college classes were ending.
According to Michael, if we get through this she-wolf thing, Sasha would co back with us to the north during the holidays, where the royal Lycan pack lived.
I knew I’d be eting Michael’s parents by then, and it made nervous.
They were the Lycan King and Queen, the rulers of all werewolves who held the highest power.
I didn’t know what they would think of . In my mind, the Lycan King was a very dignified presence. Would he allow his son’s mate to be just a werewolf?
But I also knew I couldn’t live without Michael, so I had to face him.
The good thing about was that every day I felt stronger. My bones and muscles were going through a second growth, and so was my wolf.
When I needed to run in wolf form for so outdoor events, I noticed my wolf had grown larger, faster, and more agile.
What Michael and I didn’t expect was that, at so point, my wolf’s eyes would show the sa golden color as his. This would make Michael’s wolf so excited that he would even co up to and try to mark .
Michael said that this was a sign that my wolf was getting stronger.
I looked forward to the day we would transform into sothing as strong as Michael’s wolf. Then, Michael and I would beco a unique pair of mates, and our union would beco the mating of two beasts with golden pupils.
I looked out the window into the distance, feeling hungry and missing soone simultaneously. Michael and I had only been apart for a short ti, and I was beginning to regret letting him go so easily.
I noticed that my breakfast hadn’t arrived for a long ti. It was strange that Michael had hired a butler to take care of our daily lives. He was a master at handling any demands within half an hour. It had been more than an hour since I’d ordered.
I decided not to wait for him and went downstairs to breakfast. But the mont I opened the door, I saw a man in a waiter’s uniform standing at the door with a tray in his hand.
When he saw , a flash of panic appeared in his eyes, and it was quickly covered up.
“Hello, your breakfast,” the man said in a low voice.
I frowned slightly. This man was not the butler that Michael had arranged.
Although they all wore the sa mask, I could tell from their voices and height that this was not the one we usually saw.
However, I had never taken the initiative to order food. It was always Michael who ordered people to bring it up. Perhaps the hotel itself would arrange for different servers to deliver the food.
I did not think much about it. I just complained, “I’ve been waiting for this breakfast for a long ti.”
“I’m sorry, Ma’am. Can I go in and help you prepare breakfast?” the butler asked.
I turned slightly to let him in, but when he passed , I suddenly felt sothing was wrong.
There was no scent on this person’s body, which was unusual. He must have used so unique thod to hide his sll to hide his tracks.
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