Chapter 4

Ethan chewed on his cigarette and walked down the stairs, passing the second-floor terrace, he couldn't resist the urge to go stand for a while and sort out his mind.

How strange? He couldn't help thinking.

He had never felt that way before, her blood flowing out, and for the first time he didn't have that sticky or disgusting feeling of being confronted with blood, he just felt an unusual excitement, excitement from the marrow of his bones and the cry in his blood that made him tremble all over. That was completely different from his mind before.

Since he was born, his desire for blood was not high, he received a modern education and was not very receptive to the savagery of bestialization. His several small bestialization periods were also spent under the use of medical Suppressors, and according to werewolf custom, he would soon welcome a large bestialization, which is the way Alpha must go. The elders of his family had urged him countless times to buy a Suppressor. He had been in power for many years, and it s not that no one devoted to him with some Suppressors, he was indeed not a fan of SS and SSS grade Suppressor. He almost thought his bloodline was optimized, or his evolution was degraded.

But just now, his blood boiled all over his body, and at that moment he finally understood that no matter how much more modern education he received, there was still a beast in his bones.

He liked his new toy and he wanted to taste her. She was so delicate and so skinny. More importantly. she had been bought back.

"She belongs to me."

Ethan thought to himself.

He bit into that cigarette and slowly finished it, he actually rarely smoke, but he needed to vent tonight. He went downstairs to get his medicine and slowly walked back.

Pushing the door open, he found Norma still in the bathroom, standing barefoot on the floor, with her skirt a little wet with water, and she had the faucet on and was washing the blood stain from his coat.

When she saw him return, Norma shut off the water in panic. She tried to explain something, but opened her mouth and couldn't make a sound. Ethan looked at her anxious look, for her little face was tinged with a cute and pitiful pink, and he couldn't help but smile as he sat down on the bed and waved at Norma, like he was greeting a puppy.

Norma hurriedly wiped the water off her hands, and she sat upright on her knees in front of Ethan, waiting for Ethan's command.

Ethan took out the alcohol and he patted Norma's head and whispered, "Norma, look up."

He started to do the wound cleaning, unavoidably he was close to Norma's wound. She couldn't help but shiver from the pain of the alcohol spray on the wound. She didn't notice that when she smelled the blood from the wound, Ethan breathed hard several times and subconsciously ground his canines.

But he could notice Norma shivering, and out of whatever mood Ethan held back hard. To separate his attention, he had to drop his eyes elsewhere, on her deeply sunken beautiful collarbone, then on her swan-like neck, or on her slightly exposed chest.

But he soon discovered something.

Norma was really too thin, but not in the way that modern girls went on a diet to dress. She really looked like that she hadn t eaten properly for a long time, yet such kind of long-term malnutrition made her skin become pale, which was totally different from artificial beauty and natural white skin.

For some reason, he even felt some anger, and he didn't understand why he had such emotions, or even who he should be angry at.

Noticing that she was shaking more and more, Ethan realized that she was not only in pain, but also more afraid. He reached out a hand and gently placed it on her back.

Norma locked eyes with him, and there was so much sadness and worry in her eyes that she didn't dare to hide from it, even though she was so scared. She bit her lip and widened her beautiful eyes, and Ethan couldn't help but speak up to reassure her, "It'll be over soon."

He sped up the movement of his hands to disinfect the last wound on his shoulder, then his eyes flicked over Norma's body and asked her softly, "Are there more wounds?"

Norma bit her lip, and she wanted to muddle through vaguely, but Ethan just looked at her so firmly that her fear got the better of her and she gently parted her legs.

Ethan breathed a sigh of relief.

The little mermaid parted the jade-like legs, revealing the inner skin, delicate and as white as snow, beneath which there were bright red wounds covered, like a bunch of berries thrown in the snow.

The lingerie she was wearing was hand-picked by Ethan, and he picked out the snow-white satin in the mess of colors, which was tied with transparent ribbons and was covering her thighs at the moment, with a kind of hazy beauty.

The werewolf's appetite for destruction peaked as Ethan's pupils were once again edged with that beautiful golden color, not obvious but like a gentleman who was torn away the fine skin to reveal the tip of the iceberg of his dangerous and seductive nature.

He couldn't resist covering the wound with his hand, as his fingers gently traced over it, causing Norma to shake even harder. The location of the wound was fantastic, right on the inside of the thigh, the end of the wound was very close to the most secret place, and the beauty of the destruction was very stunning.

To end the rubdown, which was already heading towards the weird, Ethan sped up his movements and withdrew his hand once he was done with it, pulling down Norma's skirt as fast as he could, out of sight and out of mind.

The temperature of the room seemed to rise a bit, and the action just now was somewhat unwarranted... Norma never opened her eyes, she was too embarrassed to face it.

Fortunately, Norma's stomach growled twice, which saved the room from an awkward moment.

Ethan coughed softly and changed the subject, "I'll have some mashed potatoes and milk sent up."

He turned around and put on some soothing music to cover up what he had just done. It was much like the popular tune he had just hummed in the car, and Norma watched his back, still with her eyes wide open and afraid to move away.

He seemed to... didn't intend to torture her?

Whether it was making her kneel or sucking her blood, no, not even torture, beatings, either.

Even when she was just being medicated, she could clearly feel Ethan touching her and she was actually very scared that Ethan would take her very roughly.

But he didn't, and he even helped her pull down her skirt in a very gentlemanly way.

But why was that?

It's not like she has anything to be used by Ethan, and Suppressor is just a vessel, so why should he be so nice to her?

She couldn't figure it out. But while ruminating, listening to that popular tune he was humming in the car, she unconsciously relaxed some.

Anyway... She quietly glanced up at Ethan as he cruised through the liquor cabinet as if looking for a bottle of sleep aid.

His back was tall and his shoulders were broad, which was a very reliable look.

In any case, it wouldn t be worse than before, right?

The servant sent up mashed potatoes and milk on a beautiful dinner plate. Norma still sat on her knees, for a long time, Suppressors did not have the necessary meal assurance, most of whom lived on nutritional preparations, but also relied on the mood of the master. When the master is in good mood, the Suppressor can eat some leftovers, when the mood is bad, it was said that the Suppressor may be directly starved to death.

Ethan sat down at the table gently. He had a good upbringing, which also included dining etiquette. He checked if the food was suitable for Norma to eat in her current state and said in a relaxed tone, "Not badly done, but still not as good as my chef at home, you can try them again when we go back in a couple of days."

But he waited half a day and didn't hear Norma come over. He looked back and saw that his puppy was still sitting on his knees with a serious look as if he was in school class.

He walked over with his dinner plate and squatted down to look at her as well, "Don't you want to eat?"

Norma's eyes couldn't help but follow the plate, and she didn't even notice that her eyes looked like a puppy in the rain, looking innocently moist, and she subconsciously shook her head at the inquiry, but her eyes didn't move away.

Ethan only found there was something inexplicably cute about her, so he couldn't help but whisper to coax her, "Mashed potatoes are soft and delicious, you'll like it, try it?"

He seemed to realize something and tried to change his perspective, "I bought you, and now I'm your master, the owner of the Suppressor store can't make the decision."

The last sentence seemed to have struck Norma, and she suddenly frowned gently. Yes, she already had a master, she wouldn t be beaten by the shopkeeper for eating anymore.

She pursed her lips and quickly took the plate, but her long-standing fear kept her from getting to the table, and she retreated to a side corner and plopped down to eat mashed potatoes like a puppy.

It had been too long since she had eaten such hot food, and in the Suppressor store before, for the most part, she had only been able to get a slice of dried-out bread at intervals of several days, and when there was no bread, she might have been given nutritional preparations to hang on to her breath that way.

Ethan brought over the hot milk on the table, and she ate in such a hurry, like a homeless puppy finally getting a bit of food. She ate the mashed potatoes clean in a few bites and licked the edges of her plate clean.

He duly handed her the milk in her hand, and did eat in a hurry. Norma finished the milk in a few sips, holding the glass in her hand timidly.

Should she ... then go to scrub the dishes?

She opened her eyes wide, bewildered, before realizing that she was still sitting on her knees in the tiny corner, while the tall man was propped up on the wall behind her with one hand, crouching on the floor watching her.

There was still a little white foam of milk on her mouth, staining the corners of her lips with a kind of delicate innocence.

Ethan looked at her, with his hands itchy, and finally couldn't resist gently scratching the corner of her lips.

"Are you a puppy?" He laughed, collected her plate again, and stood up ready to leave.

The smoothness of the hot milk made her throat much better, watching Ethan carry away the plate she had eaten, the warning Suppressor had received for so long made her anxious, it was the plate she had eaten, the plate Suppressor had eaten was not allowed to be touched by the master for it was very dirty. She couldn't do that, and she had to say something to stop him...

She subconsciously opened her mouth.

And she called, "Master."

Her voice was too hoarse, even Norma herself froze.

Ethan turned his head and looked at her quietly, neither of them said anything. Norma was overwhelmed, but Ethan was not. he looked at Norma for a long time and finally smiled.

He had a nice smile, and his voice was nice as he smiled.

"Yes, you have to remember that this is the first word you learn."