He is an Alpha

Yuri only occupied a third of the bed, leaving the remaining two-thirds to someone. The implication was clear as day.

Tuss was both happy and sad—happy because she cared for him and left him a space, sad because she trusted him so much that it seemed she didn't regard him as a male who was pursuing her.

Isn't she afraid that I would do something? Tuss thought to himself.

Frustrated, Tuss lifted the blanket and lay down. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and his body seemed to move uncontrollably toward her. It wasn't until he was touching Yuri that he stopped.

"She didn't wake up?" Tuss was surprised. Isn't her vigilance strong?

Is it because she trusted me?

Then, what about this?

Tuss reached out and placed his hand on Yuri's waist.

Yuri remained fast asleep, showing no reaction.

Tuss looked at the ceiling, his eyes full of determination.