Chapter 6

Ethan was a little annoyed.

He didn't ask for these tools to be sent to him, and he didn't mean it. It should be that his father heard that he had bought a Suppressor and sent it specially.

He was tired of being disciplined and tied down, and even the sense of loss of control and excitement inside him fell down a bit. He felt a little bored, but just then, he glanced that Norma seemed to be... shivering?

She was petite and timid, with the silk nightgown wrapped around her and the long dark hair lining her face, her nose was red and she was clutching her shoulder at the moment, her eyes were also filled with mist as if they were about to float down the next moment.

She did not dare to make a sound, only biting her lip to hold back. She was very much like an animal cub that was picked up and brought home, not daring to do anything that might anger her master in order to be well kept, enough to eat a meal.

She looked...weirdly cute.

But would all Suppressors be that sensitive and timid? His thoughts drifted away to his best friend's Suppressors, and he subconsciously frowned.

They lived differently from the norm and were sensitive as they should be. But Norma was obviously a little more scared, and her experience should be much more than just the Suppressor store.

He beckoned to Norma, and she sniffled, not daring to delay, and sat down on her knees in front of Ethan. She glanced at the aids, subconsciously averting her eyes while tilting her head slightly.

She revealed her swan-like neck, where the red marks were still there, like a swan tied with a red ribbon, and she did so in a way that revealed her earlobes, which were small and delicate, like a good round pearl.

She was scared and tried to close her eyes, she was clearly trembling and sacrificing to expose her most vulnerable and soft parts.

Ethan found it interesting that his canine teeth itched, how could he get Suppressor to tag himself in front of everyone? He subconsciously thought, maybe he could take a bite there on her neck and leave fresh teeth marks.

As time went by, the tooth mark would become bruised and more ambiguous.

But at the point, well.

Ethan stretched out his fingertips and traced through her red marks, gently landing on the ribbons on her chest, which could be tied in a bow, and he ambiguously stroked them over his fingertips, flirtatiously patting the girl's face.

"You seem to be afraid?" He spared a thought, "But that has nothing to do with me, this should have been sent by father's order, I haven't had the need to use them."

Norma's eyes opened suddenly, and her gaze rested on Ethan's blue eyes, in which she could clearly see her panicked and shocked expression.

He smiled and trailed off, "I don't need these things to make you happy."

He was clearly hinting at something, and Norma caught on, her face slowly turning from pale to pale pink in an interesting way.

Ethan felt bad and reached out to take her hand, "What's wrong?"

His hand hadn't quite touched Norma, only the tips of his fingers, when Norma actually screamed uncontrollably. He subconsciously frowned, seemingly he hated the noise.

The way he frowned probably made Norma react, and she immediately bit her lower lip, trying desperately to restrain herself from screaming. Ethan didn't care about anything else, he simply reached out and hugged her tightly.

She was too small and too thin.

That was Ethan's first thought as he held her, she was so thin that the bones in her back made him ache.

She shivered, and Ethan stroked her back one by one, like he was smoothing a puppy's fur, gently and with soothing power.

After an unknown amount of time, Norma slowly quieted down, and Ethan took her in his arms and laid her on the soft bed, where he tucked her in and tossed her ear hair aside to reveal her face. Her face was frightened and she was trying very hard to control her emotions, not wanting to let her tears flow.

"There, there, be quiet." He leaned in close to her face with his gentle tone, "It's okay, whatever it was about, it's okay now, it's too late in the day, you need to rest."

Watching Norma calm down, he smelled that sweet scent on her and restrained his itching canines from standing up.

He left the door open and went into his bathroom by himself.

She had just freshened up here, and some of her scents remained in the bathroom, which made him gasp a little sharply. The fragrance wasn't food, or flowers, which was an addiction so deep in his blood that it only took a little bit to make him realize that he wasn't human, he was a beast.

That thirst was strange to him, but not so annoying.

He gasped sharply and turned on the faucet. The clattering cold water drenched his hands and he cupped some of it and splashed it on his face, trying to calm himself down.

After taking several deep breaths, he lifted his head to the mirror, trying to compose his expression, but the moment he looked up and faced the mirror snapped him out of that unfulfilled drift.

But why did his pupils change from blue to gold!

Not the usual golden rim that flushed around the edges when excited, but completely golden, maintaining a vertical pupil in the powerful light, whistling as if to devour itself in the mirror.

Not human eyes at all!

He blinked subconsciously, trying to get a closer look.

But the next moment, he froze again.

The pupils of his own eyes in the mirror were not golden, as if it was his illusion, still as gentle and temperate, sea-like blue, and not different from his usual self.

Was that his... illusion?

But was there such a genuine illusion? Such urgent desire to burn up? Such fragrant aroma? And such excitement!

Really, was it his illusion?

He shook his head to clear his head. The usual also had a golden edge to it, which may have been a momentary blur to his eyes. It is more important that this desire for blood affects him as a matter of urgency.

He wiped the water droplets from his face and lifted his hair with his hand, revealing his shiny forehead. He looked at himself in the mirror for a moment in silence and slowly calmed down.

He decided to go through the old books from before, whether it was a genealogy or something else, would such a thirst for blood have any effect on him?

He wanted to go to the study and walked out after a relaxing shower in the bathroom. After some thoughts, he decided to go and see what his Suppressor was up to at the point.

He didn't turn on the light for the Suppressor when he walked out of the small room, still lit with that scented candle, and he smelled a few his own pheromones as he gingerly walked over to the door, ready to take a look at it.

She fell asleep, probably because she was too tired and exhausted. After relaxing a little bit, with no one around, she finally couldn't resist the drowsiness and slowly fell asleep. At that point she was frowning tightly, huddled on the side of the crib against the wall, she was clutching a corner of the ribbon on her silk nightgown, and she was even sleeping in a careful position.

Her hair was spread all over the pillow and her face looked, more than anything, strangely compassionate. The end of her eyes was a beautiful charming curvature, like a blooming flower when she was asleep, her lips were pale, also because of long periods of malnutrition and no food intake.

Ethan watched quietly for a while and finally couldn't resist walking over.

It was the first time in his life that he had the slightest desire to take care of someone else, and he didn't move very skillfully and didn't seem to have done so at all.

He gently pulled a corner of the quilt over her shoulder.

He didn't actually understand why he was doing this, in fact, just the sight of her bare shoulders and collarbones like this and the thought that servants might come up was upsetting to him. He subconsciously thought of the scene where he had stepped out of the store with Norma in tow.

The moon was bright, she was wrapped in her own coat, shivering on a cold windy day, she looked that helpless and could only put her puppy-like wet eyes on his, which made him drop his eyes at her and focus on her.

"It's too cold today." He thought, "It's cold tonight, I hope my Suppressor won t catch a cold."

After visiting his Suppressor, Ethan also left quietly, he needed to go check some books to see if he was justified in doing so.

It had been too long since Suppressors appeared in the world, who were not coexisting with werewolves in the same era. Only several hundred years of history can be traced, he looked back and forth for a long time. Of course, in addition to the various methods of torture to Suppressors, basically there was nothing efficient else In the study it showed that there is no other use that Suppressors could give to werewolves in addition to inhibiting the effect of bestiality. He thought about it and went to check some more research on werewolves, but there was not much of a breakthrough point. Indeed, there was a very long "mate" relationship written in one book, but such relationship had disappeared for hundreds of years, and besides, he thought he was just manic about blood, and it was not right with the description.

That was too bizarre, and he thought for a long time without an answer. In the records, Suppressor was a branch of the mutation, but also a hybrid species of human and werewolf, but the more noble the family, the more taboos in intermarriage between humans and werewolves. Due to the complex of their mixing bloodline, their ability would no longer be so powerful. The Suppressor was their tool to stay awake, which was the beginning of their tragic fate.

The "mate" relationship had also disappeared for centuries, legend had it that werewolves and their lovers had this relationship and would never be separated, and that relationship was innate and only existed for a certain person, and in general, they were once a very beloved species as well. But with the disappearance of the "mate" relationship , werewolves no longer had this taboo, as long as they were not human, it had been normal to intermarry with each other, and even his own father, also had several wives.

Only his mother's family was distinguished and he was blessed with a very powerful Alpha to sit in this position of heir.

Although he felt very disdainful of such a chaotic relationship, but it was not rare in the community. He had no interest in developing a marriage with different women, also he did not want to interfere with others, but only manage his own business.