My Werewolf Mate Is Obsessed Chapter 2

Finding the werewolf was a complete accident.

At first, I thought he was just a large dog. But on the third day after I brought him home, I found him transformed into a man.

He was sprawled lazily across my sofa cushions, munching on potato chips while watching TV. When something funny came on, his big, fluffy tail wagged back and forth with delight.

In that moment, I think my brain short-circuited. I just stood there, questioning my own sanity.

Later, with a look of utter disdain, he condescendingly explained the whole werewolf thing to me. Only then did I realize he was a perfectly normal—if evolved—creature.

"So, can you eat kibble?" I asked, gently kneading his ear.

"Don't—don't do that!" His face flushed a deep crimson, radiating heat as he took a step back. He answered me seriously, "I eat meat. I would never touch dog food. I'm not one of those pathetic, tail-wagging creatures that grovel for human affection."

I just stared at him.

He was going to be high-maintenance.