Chapter 3The Wolf I Raised

My consciousness gradually blurred with Julian's movements. In a trance, I saw him take my phone and dial a familiar number.

I instantly sobered up and tried to snatch it.

Julian's face darkened instantly, and he slammed me back onto the bed with his hand.

"Uncle." He moved his body threateningly, and I immediately groaned.

"You should know what to say, right?"

The threat was strong. I knew it was best not to provoke him now.

The call connected, and Claire's cool voice came from the other end:

"Damian, what's wrong?"

I cleared my throat and answered her:

"Tomorrow's engagement party might need to be canceled. I have something to deal with now, I'll explain to you later."

There was silence on the other end for a moment, then she said:

"Okay."

Julian hung up the phone with satisfaction, the expression in his eyes softening, inexplicably gentle. He leaned down and kissed the corner of my mouth, smiling:

"Uncle is so good."

I gritted my teeth and ground my molars. A tiger down in the plains is bullied by dogs. It doesn't matter. Wait until the drug wears off, I'll see how long you can smile.

You bastard, laugh all you want. When the time comes, see if I don't break all your white teeth.

Julian seemed to know what I was thinking, ingratiatingly licking my lips that were red, swollen, and hot from sucking.

"Uncle, don't be angry anymore. As long as you don't get married, you can punish me however you want. I'll take it gladly." He looked at me, the look in his eyes very serious. I knew he meant it.

But I also knew that after tonight, we wouldn't be in a simple uncle-nephew relationship.

Once a dog tastes meat, it will turn into a wolf, let alone a wolf pretending to be a dog? I could foresee what would happen between us. Either coaxed into bed by him or tied into bed by him, using both soft and hard tactics, using all means.

I turned my head slightly, avoiding his overly passionate gaze, and didn't answer him.

My attitude completely angered Julian. He narrowed his eyes, then forcefully gripped my chin, turning my face back to look at him.

His eyes were icy, and the surrounding temperature dropped instantly.

We looked at each other for a long time. Suddenly, Julian laughed, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, making me feel creepy.

He lowered his head close to my ear and said sinisterly:

"Uncle, still thinking about getting married, huh?"

He looked like he was about to lose his mind. I knew I shouldn't provoke him at this time, but I really didn't want to agree with his words. Because a promise is a lifetime thing. Julian would take it seriously, just like when I promised him I wouldn't get married, and he took it seriously.