A Crazy Night

[Margaret's Perspective]

I hesitated. Donald was right. The combat skills of the werewolf royal family were far more exquisite than our tribe's. However, at a time when we were short of manpower, sending a member of the royal family to guide me in combat was an overkill.

"Either accept this or don't train." Donald ignored my hesitation. His big hands carried me onto his lap. "Forget it. I don't want to find a man to train with you and leave you alone with him."

"No, no, I accept." Seeing that this opportunity was about to be lost, I quickly agreed. "When can we start?"

"Now is fine." Donald's hands were already unbuttoning my clothes.

"What?" Before I could react, the zipper at the back of my dress was unzipped. My shirt was pulled down from my chest and stuck under my breasts. My hands were also stuck in my shirt, so I could only accept Donald's kisses passively.