Chapter 17 - Ange, My Angel
Translator's Note:
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The First Night (3)
"What's troubling you so much?" Ian's voice was calm, almost soothing. "You don't need to worry about anything. Just leave everything to me."
As he spoke, Ian pulled a small, square case from his inner jacket pocket.
"Tonight, you and I will become bonded mates," he said softly.
──What?
"But I..."
Before Ange could protest, Ian silenced him with a gentle kiss.
"There's nothing to worry about," Ian murmured, opening the case. Inside was a syringe and a small vial filled with liquid.
"Do you have any suppressants?" Ian asked.
Suppressants... a medication used to physically suppress an unexpected heat.
"Yes, I carry them just in case," Ange replied hesitantly.
"Well, once we're bonded, you won't need those anymore."
As Ian continued speaking, he carefully drew the liquid from the vial into the syringe.
"What... What is that?" Ange asked, his voice trembling.
"This is the opposite of a suppressant. It's a stimulant, designed for people like you who haven't experienced their heat yet."
Ange's heart sank. He'd heard about this drug before—illegal, dangerous, banned. He had seen reports about it on the news.
Of course, it wasn't covered by insurance, and it was said to be traded at exorbitant prices in the black market. Ange had always thought it was something far removed from his life.
"Don't worry. This one is safe, obtained through reliable means. Now, give me your arm," Ian said, his voice firm.
"No, I... I can't," Ange stammered, panic rising in his chest. But as he tried to pull away, Ian grabbed his arm, pulling him forcefully toward the bed.
Ange stumbled, losing his balance, and in an instant, Ian had him pinned to the floor.
"Please, no..." Ange's voice trembled.
"Relax. It'll be over soon," Ian said calmly.
A drop of liquid fell from the sharp tip of the syringe, landing on Ange's pale skin.
"No... Stop!"
Panicking, Ange struggled with all his might, thrashing beneath Ian's weight. Seizing a brief moment of freedom, he scrambled out from under Ian, racing towards the window.
But Ian was quicker. He caught up effortlessly, slamming Ange against the glass.
"No... No!"
"Stop it! You'll hurt yourself!" Ian's voice, usually so composed, now held a dangerous edge Ange had never heard before.
──I'm scared!
Just as that thought flashed through Ange's mind, something changed in Ian.
The fingers gripping Ange's arm tightened, and suddenly Ian's nails dug into his skin. A trickle of warm blood ran down Ange's arm.
"What... What's happening...?"
The room, once dim, grew brighter as the thick clouds outside parted, revealing a massive full moon. Moonlight spilled into the room, casting everything in a silver glow.
Ian's silvery hair began to change, turning pure white before Ange's eyes.
"Ange... please... stay still. I need you to bond with me," Ian's pleading voice trembled, but his eyes—now glowing an intense, dangerous blue—sent a chill through Ange's body.
What on earth was going on?
Ian's body was slowly becoming covered in a soft, shimmering white fur. From his head sprouted wolf-like ears, and behind him, a fluffy tail unfurled. His breaths were heavy, and sharp fangs peeked out from his lips.
Under the moonlight, Ian had transformed—beautiful yet terrifying, like a divine creature, a white werewolf.
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