Attack on Werewolves

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I was even more incensed and hurt by April's stubbornness. To help me control my feelings, I closed my eyes and told her to wake up. It was not love at first sight for that man.

He was merely a Beta. We forced him to marry you since he was unable to defy us. That is not love, April. Are you not understanding? As an Alpha, you are. You should also look for a more powerful Alpha.

I grabbed April's face in my palm.

Her vibe was entirely different from that of the woman named Ivy. April was my sister, and my only sister, from the beginning. I had promised to use my life to safeguard her happiness.

Regarding that woman, I believed it to be an impulsive notion. When I went up to Ivy, I told her it drove me insane. However, that was not affection. April was the only one I showed affection for.

April's eyes, puffy and full of tears, gazed up at me.

It was quite different from how I had behaved Ivy in the cellar; I bowed my head and soothed April. "April, you are completely unworthy of that disgusting Beta. How come you are unable to let go of him and discover your genuine love?" I remained silent when I wanted to be her sincere love. Perhaps I ought to keep this a secret from everyone forever.

I hoped April could see Shallipopi for who she really was. And as her brother, I would provide her happiness if she were willing to turn around. April, though, pulled me away and started crying.

Her sob left me speechless. April pushed away from me as I tried to hug her again. April responded, shaking her head, "I am not going to give up. I have to retrieve Shallipopi!" April pleaded with me, "Will not you help me?"

"April, I would rather you figure it out and leave Shallipopi as soon as possible," I whispered in desperation as I got up.

I down the stairs and exited the business through the gate.

Ivy's breath was there when I arrived at the crossroads next to the company. Was Ivy, the woman, back? She was going to meet April!

Ivy's perspective

I went back to the company and positioned myself in front of the steps. Then, hesitantly, I turned to face the vacant company.

I could only ascend the steps cautiously. I hoped that crazy man and April had never come.

"Ivy"

Suddenly, I got a pat on the back. I was frightened. It was like having my life taken from me in the underground parking lot.

I turned in panic, but it was merely Blee Johnson, my colleague.

"Blee?" I felt a little comforted when I observed my colleague's expression. "What keeps you here, again?"

He was our company's warehouse dispatcher, and it was not working time. In general, he ought to have left employment long ago.

Blee, after all, was a golden-haired man of great warmth.

He was in his twenties yet. He was well-liked by everyone in our organisation.

"Mr. Buster indicated that the company has some discarded cartons for me to take away," Blee calmly responded to my question. I am to wait for him here, he inquired. What makes you still here, then?

"Well, I came home late, but I discovered that I left the flat key on my desk in the office," I said after hesitating for a moment. It is true that I can not enter my home without the key."

"So, Ivy, are you going into the office?" Blee inquired. "I am sorry, I just noticed Mr. Christopher's wife come, but is not Mr. Christopher, your boyfriend?" he murmured as he took me away. Whoa! And his wife looks awful. She broke a number of items in Mr. Christopher's workspace. I am not sure what happened, but in order to avoid difficulty, I advise against going there first."

I had no idea how to clarify it to Blee. I expressed my gratitude to him for sharing that information, saying, "Oh my God, Blee, I appreciate your thoughtfulness." However, what about my key?"

"I think that woman should still be in Mr. Christopher's office," Blee replied, glancing upstairs. However, our office is on the fourth floor, not the sixth, is that correct? She should not locate us that easily, in my opinion. Together, we will search for the key. We simply need to move quickly. It appears the woman is a werewolf. You know, werewolves have keen senses of smell and hearing from birth."

Grateful, I said, "Thanks, Blee. But you should always remember to put your own safety first, regardless of what occurs later, okay?

When Blee and I arrived at the workplace, he observed that the papers that had been on the desk were all over the place as a result of our disagreement with April. Blee cried out, "My God, has someone stolen this?"

I quickly found the key under my desk after searching everywhere for it. The key dropped into a difficult spot, so I had to bend over and reach for it.