Letitia's Nightmare

He gasped and turned on the tap. The clattering cold water wet his hands. He picked up some cold water and threw it on his face to calm himself down.

After several deep breaths, he raised his head to the mirror and wanted to tidy up his expression, but the moment he raised his head to the mirror suddenly woke him up.

Why did his pupils change from blue to gold?

He blinked subconsciously, trying to take a closer look.

But the next moment, he was stunned again.

His pupils in the mirror are not golden, as if it was his illusion, still so gentle and gentle. The blue of the sea is no different from his usual self.

It's his Illusion?

But is there such a real illusion? Is that burning urgency and desire really his illusion?

He shook his head to wake himself up. The golden edge of his pupils occasionally appeared as usual. Maybe he was dazzled today. It is imperative to determine whether this desire for blood will affect him.

He wiped the water on his face and lifted his hair with his hand, revealing his smooth forehead. He quietly looked at himself in the mirror for a while and slowly calmed down.

He decided to go through the old books, whether it was genealogy or something else. Will this thirst for blood have any impact on him?

After taking a bath in the bathroom, he came out. After thinking about it, he decided to see what his sober-elves was like.

She fell asleep. Maybe she was too tired and tired. When she relaxed a little and there was no one, she finally couldn't resist the sleepiness and went to sleep slowly. At this time, she frowned tightly and huddled on the side of the small bed against the wall, clutching the corner of the ribbon on the silk nightdress, and was careful even in her sleeping position.

Her hair covered the whole pillow, and her face looked lovely. The end of her eyes is a very beautiful and charming radian. When she falls asleep, she looks like a blooming flower. Her lip colour is very light. It is also because of long-term malnutrition and no food intake.

Joshua watched quietly for a while and finally couldn't help walking over.

This is the first time in his life that he has little desire to take care of others. His movements are not very skilled, and he doesn't seem to have done it at all.

He gently pulled a corner of the quilt over her shoulder.

In fact, he didn't understand why he did this. In fact, just seeing her bare shoulders and collarbone, and thinking that the servant might come, he was unhappy. He subconsciously thought of the scene when he took Letitia out of the store.

The moon was bright, and she was shivering in the cold wind, wrapped in her coat. She looked so helpless, she could only put puppy-like wet eyes on him. Let him look down at her and focus on her.

It's too cold today, he thought, hoping his sober-elves don't catch a cold.

After visiting sober-elves, he also quietly left, and he needs to check some books to see if his current physical condition is reasonable.

But there was no gain. He first checked some popular science about sober-elves. The appearance of sober-elves is not too long, and the history of these hundreds of years can be traced back completely. But he watched it over and over for a long time, except that he was introduced to various methods of tormenting sober-elves, basically, he found nothing.

In the study of werewolves, sober-elves have no other use except to provide werewolves with the function of inhibiting animalization and maintaining sanity.

However, there is an ancestor's diary, which mentioned the earliest mate relationship between sober-elves and werewolves. But Joshua thinks that he is just a manic impulse toward blood, and the description does not match.

And the mate relationship has disappeared for hundreds of years. Legend has it that werewolves and their lovers have this relationship and will never be separated. And this relationship is innate, there is only one person. In general, they used to be a favourite species.

And this relationship is innate, it exists only in one person. All in all, they used to be a single-minded species for love.

However, with the disappearance of mate relationship, most werewolves no longer love one person. Even his own father had several wives. It was only his mother's noble family background, and he was a very powerful alpha, that secured his position as the successor of the Fielding family.

While Joshua looked up the information, Letitia had another nightmare.

What she dreamed this time was the night before she was sent to the sober-elves store. One turbulent night, she was thrown into the servant's room from the beautiful attic house. Her pink skirt covered with lace turned into a grey maid's dress. For the first time, she was beaten, and the whip was on her delicate skin.

And all this was given to her by her "father".

She was not the "father's" biological daughter, because she was exchanged in the hospital when she was a baby.

Then the real daughter came back.

The girl who stepped into the house had a very different face from her. She was also beautiful. She was the kind of bright beauty. Her hand was held by her "father". It was the first time to enter the door, but her look seemed to have done it thousands of times. She was the real princess.

She casually asked her father to drive her out and burn everything that belonged to her in the room. The reason was:

"I don't want to use what others have used."

Her eyes rested on herself. A girl of this age was vicious and naive and cruel. In other words, she came for revenge.

Her name is Beatrice Cecil.

"Send her to the sober-elves breeding centre," she said to her father.