My mind was a chaotic mess, filled with all sorts of gruesome murder stories and dubious rumors that had been swirling around.
But then, I remembered how Blake had stopped Noah from going too far.
Could he really be a ruthless pervert?
I lay on the bed, feeling uneasy, while the room was so quiet that the only sound was the clicking of Blake's keyboard.
He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, giving him a refined, scholarly look.
I quickly averted my gaze, lying stiffly on the bed, afraid to move even an inch.
Surprisingly... despite the tense atmosphere, I somehow fell asleep.
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Blake's POV:
After finishing my work, I glanced at the clock—it was midnight.
Feeling restless, I rubbed my nose and took off my glasses.
My wolf, Warren, was growing agitated again.
It was enough t
