Zane And Brett Side Story (6)

Zane woke up to the sound of something sizzling in the kitchen. He lazily opened his eyes and stared ahead.

Some distance away, he could see Brett's silhouette as he hummed and performed a light dance in front of the stove. He was preparing some food. Unless Zane's eyes deceived him, it was a serving of grilled sausages and roast potatoes.

Zane was momentarily in a daze when he looked at Brett's bright, dazzling expression.

The Alpha was barely distinguishable from the dejected werepire who demanded him to take responsibility the night before.

He was practically a reborn man -- no, a reborn werepire.

Zane, on the other hand, felt as if he had been beaten up all night.

His groans were muffled when he pressed his face into a nearby pillow.

God, it hurt.

His limbs were sore, his butt was swollen. That sacred place between his legs too, was fully spent. He might never get an erection again in his life.

Brett, this mad wolf, did he know no restraint?