Wolf Servant

Chapter 5: How Did Things Get so Twisted?

"Faithser, to avoid facing a corpse-like cold face all day tomorrow, you can go and soothe him now." Standing beside the study on the second floor, Sicily Lancelot, who had just been interrupted by Viscount Bai Jue halfway through discussing new military food procurement matters with his father in the study, pushed up the thin-framed glasses on his nose and said lightly, "Tomorrow is a special day, Viscount Bai might need you by his side to take care of him. Arguing now is not a good choice."

Elder brother Faz still maintained his initial posture, lifting his head to glance at Sicily on the second floor, but spoke gently to Faithser, "If you don't want to, you don't have to force yourself... After all, Viscount Bai said the wrong thing first."

Faithser: "No, it's okay."

Faithser knew what Faz meant by "said the wrong thing," referring to the word "outsider"—

But looking at the people in this room, who had received elegant and confident noble education since childhood, they had either black hair from their mother or amber-colored wolf eyes inherited from their father.

And he, with his extremely light hair color and azure eyes, was destined never to fully blend in.

... Just like General Old Lancelot never mentioned where he brought Faithser back from when he was young, as Faithser grew up as a beta, he became more and more dazzling, surrounded by rumors—

There were even rumors that Faithser was the illegitimate child of Princess Margaret Inman of the Federation and the Empire, when five years ago, during the initial negotiations for a ceasefire treaty between the Federation and the Empire, the distant Princess Margaret had come to the Empire in person. After all, before Princess Margaret disappeared, her beauty and blonde hair and blue eyes had once caused a sensation in both the Federation and the Empire... It was just that her reputation had not been good since she was seventeen and became the Empress, engaging in i****t with her younger brother, who ascended the throne as the Emperor of the Federation.

After marrying into the Empire, less than two years later, Princess Margaret died of depression. It was said that at that time, Prince Heli, who was her husband, was very sad for a while and held a grand funeral for the princess, giving her a splendid send-off.

At the peak of this rumor, there was once a member of the Imperial Military Department who, when Faithser was undergoing a physical examination as an adopted son of the Lancelot family, attempted to use his blood to secretly match it with the secretly obtained gene of the Federation royal family—

But at that time, it was found that Faithser's genes were not compatible with the limited Inman family gene database that the Empire could access. After General Old Lancelot learned of this, he went to the high-level military meetings and the old Emperor's presence to make a scene... It was said that at that time, he was so angry that he took off the military cap representing his rank on the spot, scaring everyone present into trembling and swearing, and it was not until then that the matter was dropped, and no one dared to mention it again.

Growing up with the surname Lancelot of the Lancelot family, Faithser indeed regarded General Old Lancelot as his own father and had a harmonious relationship with his brothers and sisters.

But he was very clear that he was not of the same blood as the people in front of him.

He was grateful for everyone's seemingly instinctive or taken-for-granted care for his emotions, but now was not the time to carefully consider this issue... Faithser raised his eyes and sighed as he looked at the tightly closed door not far away.

Raising his hand, he took off the gloves on his hands, stacked them together, and put them in his pocket.

Faithser stood tall, scanning the other "family members" in the room and said lightly, "Then I'll go see him."

That "him," without words, naturally referred to Bai Jue.

In full view of the public, the brave warrior who dared to touch the angry wolf's buttocks strode gracefully toward the wolf's den. Standing outside the door, he knocked with his fingertips, paying no attention to the people in the room who completely ignored him, and simply said, "I'm coming in," then opened the door and walked in.

The sound of the door closing.

It seemed to wake everyone else in the room up—

Lucifer Lancelot, who was leaning on the railing on the third floor looking down, showed a carefree expression, glanced at General Old Lancelot, and then teased with his deadly lazy voice, "Dad, look at the great daughter-in-law you've found for Bai Jue? He can't fight back or curse back. Why didn't you find one for me back then? Biased."

Everyone: "..."

General Old Lancelot looked at his muddy son, snorted unkindly, and said, "Two male wolves, and you insist on comparing yourself to your brother who looks more like our mother, what daughter-in-law? Shut your dog mouth!"

Everyone: "..."

The atmosphere in the living room eased, and everyone continued to go about their business as usual, feeling at ease. After all, they had successfully passed the buck to Faithser—

Because that's Faithser.

He's the most capable of dealing with Bai Jue.

...

At the same time.

There was no familiar smile on Faithser's face as he silently walked into the room. With just one glance, he saw the black-haired young man sitting by the window—warm afternoon sunlight spilled in from outside, shining on half of his fair and delicate face, the young man lowered his eyes, his long and dense eyelashes casting a small circle of shadow under his eyes, ignoring people and not speaking.

Everything by the window looked like a static oil painting.

The corners of his eyes softened unconsciously, and the sunlight seemed to infect the azure in Faithser's eyes.

He called out, "Young Master," and approached Bai Jue, then stood by his side.

At first, Bai Jue just turned his head away and ignored him.

As if it had been a century, perhaps unable to bear being continuously stared at by the man, Bai Jue finally furrowed his brows slowly, but still refused to turn his head back, only speaking in a cold, emotionless voice, "Faithser, you don't belong to anyone."

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

Then Bai Jue continued in the same indifferent tone, "You don't need to listen to those people spouting nonsense. When you graduate from the military academy, you'll become a free wolf, and no one can bind you.

Adult wolves can choose their own allegiance to the wolf pack, which is protected by the laws of the Empire..."

Seemingly tired of sitting, Bai Jue stood up, patting his buttocks leisurely, but still didn't turn his head to look at the man in front of him. "Anyway, no matter what my wolf pack looks like in the future, I won't care much about you. You can go wherever you want..."

"Young Master." Faithser gently interrupted Bai Jue's words, "Please don't say such impulsive things."

Bai Jue paused, lifted his eyelids to glance at Faithser, and with a hint of mockery in his black eyes, he said, "I didn't."

Faithser raised an eyebrow.

But Bai Jue frowned slightly, feeling that he had inadvertently spoken his mind. So he paused in his words, sighed, and finally gave up struggling under the man's direct gaze. "Anyway, I don't want a deputy who constantly pesters me in the wolf pack, watching my every move every day like a pervert..."

... p*****t?

Faithser's eyebrows raised even higher.

Bai Jue seemed to realize that he had accidentally spoken his mind, so he paused in his words, muttered a "damn it" in his heart, then turned his head away, staring at a corner of the room, "I've said everything I need to say. Get out now, I need to sleep early today, tomorrow—"

"Young Master, may I ask what specific behaviors constitute 'acting like a p*****t'?" Faithser interrupted Bai Jue's words calmly.

"..."

Long fingertips lifted the young man's delicate chin.

The thumb lightly pressed against his soft lips.

While the young man was still a little dazed, the man lowered his head slightly and kissed his lips, then, taking advantage of his momentary distraction, his agile tongue pried open his teeth, l*****g his sharp wolf fangs, and then delved in, hooking onto the young werewolf's tongue—

"... How is this perverted?"

The sound of exchanged saliva, calm breaths in the quiet room.

Lips and tongues intertwined, the murky atmosphere thickened. According to Bai Jue's moral education, it was hard for him to believe that such a proactive and dominant kiss was initiated by a beta towards an alpha... The man sucked on the young man's tongue without giving him any chance to escape, as if he had stripped him n***d and thrown him under the sun in broad daylight—

Two slender bodies leaned against the wall by the window, and the young man was forced to be trapped between the man's chest and the wall... until he felt the original restlessness and suppression on the young werewolf's body disappear completely, the man then lightly bit his lip, letting go of the thin lips that had been slightly reddened by his ravaging, and the blue eyes showed no ripples...

His voice sounded as calm and natural as usual, looking into Bai Jue's eyes, he asked with a smile that seemed like a smirk, "Like this?"

Bai Jue raised his eyes and looked at the man in front of him calmly.

Then he raised his hand to wipe the saliva that hadn't been swallowed off his lips, his voice calm and steady,

"Faithser, I've told you many times not to..."

There was no wave on Faithser's face.

This made Bai Jue feel like he was talking to a wall.

Between the two of them, the unchanged aura, atmosphere, and the helplessness in the young man's tone almost indicated that they had done this many times before.

After thinking for a moment, Faithser said, "Are you not angry anymore?"

Bai Jue: "I'm not angry."

Faithser: "Are you still going to drive me to another wolf pack?"

"... I said, that's your freedom. I was just very emotionally unstable just now because I hate Lilith's threat, as if I were an ungrateful little white-eyed wolf..." Bai Jue sighed halfway through his words, finally giving up struggling under the man's straight gaze, "Anyway, I'm not driving you away."

Whether you leave or not, where you go is your freedom... It's none of my business.

The words left unsaid lingered in his belly, Bai Jue finished speaking, but found that Faithser was showing a satisfied smile.

So in front of him, the man's handsome face returned to its familiar appearance.

Author's Note: Ahhhh, a sudden change in the kissing style! This story follows the trope of kissing before falling in love (nonsense)... They're still in the pure and righteous dog-to-dog relationship, why would they have such earth-shattering actions—

Faithser is definitely taking advantage (calm face).

Young Master, uh, the reasons for the calm demeanor of the young master, let's hear them next time.