The Wolf Servant

Chapter 5: What's With This Perversion?

"Gavin, if you don't want to face a face as cold as a corpse all day tomorrow, you should go comfort him now." Standing by the second-floor study, Sicily Lancelot pushed up his thin-framed glasses. He had been discussing new military rations with his father when Arthur interrupted them. "Tomorrow is a special day," he said matter-of-factly, "and Arthur might need you by his side. Starting a fight now isn't the best choice."

His older brother Fass remained in his original position. He glanced up at Sicily on the second floor but addressed Gavin in a gentle tone: "Don't force yourself if you don't want to... Arthur's been spoiled since childhood, and he's the one who spoke out of turn just now."

"No, it's alright," Gavin replied.

Gavin knew that when Fass mentioned speaking out of turn, he was referring to the word "outsider"—

Looking around at everyone in the house, all of them raised with noble education, elegant and confident, they either had their mother's black hair or had inherited their father's amber wolf eyes.

Meanwhile, with his extremely light hair and ice-blue eyes, he was destined to never truly belong.

Just as General Lancelot had always refused to discuss where he had found and brought Gavin home from, as Gavin grew up, despite being a beta, he became increasingly prominent, and rumors began swirling around him—

Some even whispered that Gavin was the illegitimate child of Princess Margaret Inman of the Federation, who had come from the distant Federation as part of a peace treaty with the Empire five years ago. After all, before Princess Margaret's mysterious disappearance, her beauty, golden hair, and blue eyes had once captivated both the Federation and Empire... Though her reputation had always been questionable due to early rumors about her relationship with her brother, who had become the Federation's Emperor at seventeen.

Less than two years after marrying into the Empire, Princess Margaret died from depression. It was said that her husband, Prince Helian, had been deeply grieved and arranged an elaborate funeral to give her a grand farewell.

When these rumors were at their worst, someone from the Empire's military had once attempted to secretly match Gavin's blood samples with stolen Federation royal genetic data during his physical examination as the Lancelot family's adopted son—

However, the tests showed that Gavin's genes were incompatible with the limited Inman family genetic database the Empire possessed. When Old General Lancelot learned of this, he stormed into a high-level military meeting and confronted the old Emperor... They say he was so furious he threw down his military cap right there, terrifying everyone present. Only after much placating and sworn promises did the matter finally rest, and no one dared mention it again.

Having grown up with the Lancelot family name, Gavin truly saw General Lancelot as his own father and got along well with his siblings.

Still, he was perfectly aware that he wasn't actually related to the people before him.

He felt grateful that everyone naturally looked after his feelings, but now wasn't the time to dwell on such thoughts... Gavin glanced up at a tightly closed door nearby and sighed.

He lifted his hands, removed his gloves, folded them together, and slipped them into his pocket.

Standing straight-backed, Gavin swept his gaze across the other "family members" in the room and said quietly, "I'll go check on him."

That "him," of course, meant Arthur.

As everyone looked on, the brave soul who dared to face the angry wolf walked elegantly toward the wolf's den. Standing outside the door, he knocked first, and ignoring the complete silence from within, said "I'm coming in" before walking straight through.

The door closed with a click.

The sound seemed to snap everyone else back to reality—

Lucifer Lancelot, leaning over the third-floor railing, wore a casual expression as he glanced at General Lancelot, then said in a lazily provocative tone: "Look at the perfect match you found for Arthur, Dad. Someone who won't fight back or talk back. Why didn't you find one for me? Showing favoritism much?"

Everyone: "..."

General Lancelot looked at his deadbeat son and snorted irritably: "Two male wolves, and if anything, your brother with his slim build looks more feminine. What wife? Don't be ridiculous! Keep your mouth shut!"

Everyone: "..."

The atmosphere in the living room lightened, and everyone returned to their business as usual.

After all, they'd dumped the whole mess on Gavin—

And if anyone could handle it, Gavin could.

He was the best at dealing with Arthur.

...

Meanwhile.

The familiar smile had vanished from Gavin's face as he silently entered the room. His eyes immediately fell on the black-haired youth sitting by the bay window—the warm afternoon sunlight streaming in illuminated half of his pale, fine-featured face. The youth kept his eyes downcast, his long thick eyelashes casting small shadows beneath them, neither acknowledging nor speaking to anyone.

The scene by the window was as beautiful as a painting frozen in time.

His eyes softened unconsciously, and his blue eyes seemed touched by sunlight. Gavin called out "Young Master" as he walked closer to Arthur and stood beside him.

At first, Arthur just turned his head away, ignoring him.

After what seemed like forever, probably unable to bear the man's constant gaze, Arthur slowly frowned but still refused to turn his head back. He spoke in an emotionless, cold voice: "Gavin, you don't belong to anyone."

The man's hands hanging at his sides twitched slightly, and the room fell silent for a few seconds.

Arthur continued softly: "You don't need to listen to those people spouting bullshit. When you graduate from military school, you'll become a free wolf, and no one can restrain you. Adult wolves can choose their own pack at any time - it's protected by imperial law..."

Arthur seemed tired of sitting. He stood up, brushed himself off, but kept his eyes down, refusing to look at the man before him: "Anyway, no matter how my pack turns out in the future, I won't care much about you. You can go wherever you want..."

"Young Master," Gavin gently interrupted Arthur, "Please don't say such things in anger."

Arthur paused, lifted his eyelids to glance at Gavin, his black pupils filled with mockery: "I'm not."

Gavin raised his eyebrows.

Arthur slightly frowned, feeling his voice sounded at least very sincere: "I don't want to have a deputy in my pack who manages everything and bothers me, watching my every move like a pervert..."

...Pervert?

Gavin's eyebrows rose even higher.

Arthur seemed to realize he had accidentally spoken his true thoughts, so he paused, inwardly cursing "damn it," and turned his head away again, staring at a corner of the room: "I've said what needed to be said. Get out, I need to sleep early today, tomorrow—"

"Young Master, may I ask what exactly do you mean by 'like a p*****t'?"

"..."

He lifted the young man's chin with his slender fingers.

His thumb gently pressed against those soft lips.

While the young man was still in a daze, the man lowered his head and kissed him. Taking advantage of Arthur's stunned state, his nimble tongue parted those teeth, teasing the wolf fangs before delving deeper, entwining with the young wolf's tongue—

"...How perverted?"

The sound of their kiss and quiet breathing filled the silent room.

Their tongues intertwined, breath mingling. Given everything he'd been taught, Arthur found it hard to believe that such an aggressive and dominant kiss was initiated by a Beta towards an Alpha... The man claimed his mouth completely, giving him no chance to escape, as if stripping him n***d under the bright sun—

Their bodies pressed against the wall by the bay window, Arthur trapped between Gavin's chest and the cold surface... Only when he felt the youth's earlier irritability and tension completely dissolve did the man finally bite his lip gently and pull away. His steel-blue eyes remained unreadable...

His voice was as gentle and natural as usual as he looked into Arthur's eyes, asking with a half-smile: "Like this?"

Arthur raised his eyes, calmly looking at the man before him.

Then he raised his hand to wipe the saliva from his lips, his voice steady: "Gavin, I've told you many times not to..."

Gavin's face remained expressionless.

This made Arthur feel like talking to a wall.

Between them, the almost unchanged atmosphere and the resignation in the youth's tone all indicated that this clearly wasn't their first time doing this.

Gavin thought for a moment: "Not angry anymore?"

Arthur: "I wasn't angry."

Gavin: "Still want to drive me to another pack?"

"...I said, that's your freedom. I was just very emotional earlier because I hate how Lilith threatened me, as if I'm an ungrateful wolf..." Halfway through, Arthur sighed, finally giving up the struggle under the man's direct gaze, "Anyway, I wasn't trying to drive you away."

After all, whether you leave or where you go is your freedom... none of my business.

The unfinished words remained unspoken. As Arthur finished speaking, he noticed Gavin's satisfied smile.

And so, the man's handsome face returned to its familiar expression.