After their incredibly intimate morning, Amelia succumbed to exhaustion and fell into a deep sleep.


    It wasn''t that she was too weak to handle Sam; after all, they had indulged in their activities for a staggering ten times. Given the early morning escapades, it was only natural for her to be thoroughly tired.


    As for Sam, his desire was still burning, but he had enough self-control not to push his unconscious woman further.


    Carrying her like a princess, he took her to the bathroom, washed away the remnants of their passionate ''morning battle'' with warm water, and dressed her before tucking her into bed with a cozy blanket.


    Observing the red-haired beauty peacefully sleeping, Sam couldn''t help but sigh. ''Having a stunning girl like Amelia with me still feels unreal.'' Sear?h the N??elFirё.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Just as he marveled at his fortune, a sudden knocking disturbed the morning tranquility.


    ''Who''s knocking this early?'' Sam wondered as he opened the door, only to find Lenora Fenrir, the dark-haired woman in a Japanese maid uniform with dark eyes.


    Sam immediately noticed something unusual about her – a flushed face and visible signs of shivering. Lenora''s appearance puzzled him. ''Why is she sweating as if she just ran a marathon?''


    His eyes unconsciously roamed her figure, and Lenora, feeling his gaze, blushed even more intensely.


    "Y-Young master, the matriarch summoned you for breakfast," she stammered, attempting to make a swift exit to escape the intensity of Sam''s scrutiny.


    As Lenora attempted to make a hasty retreat, a firm hand caught her wrist, bringing her to an abrupt stop.


    "What''s the rush?" Sam inquired, his voice deliberate and steady.


    Turning her face toward him, Sam cupped Lenora''s cheeks in his hands.


    His mesmerizing blue eyes locked onto her cold yet elegant dark eyes, which seemed like an endless void, holding the truth of everything.


    For a moment, Sam found himself captivated by the depth of her gaze.


    Similar to his connection with Amelia, a peculiar instinct nudged Sam, urging him to claim her.


    It felt as though she was meant to be his, an unknown force compelling him to conquer her.


    However, Sam wasn''t ready to yield to this instinct just yet. His primary goal was to understand this strange urge before deciding whether to act upon it.


    Lenora sensed the grip of his manly hands on her wrist, yet surprisingly, she didn''t instinctively try to break free, unlike what one might typically do in such a situation.


    Like Amelia, Lenora too felt a compelling calling from Sam, a desire to submit herself entirely, both in body and mind.


    It was essential to note that this wasn''t solely due to Sam''s exaggerated handsomeness and charm.


    Lenora was resisting the pull of this unknown force, struggling to maintain control over herself.


    As a werewolf and an Alpha-class one at that, her connection to instincts and nature was significantly stronger than that of other lycan creatures. The internal battle between her instincts and self-control was proving to be particularly challenging.


    "Y-Young master, please... release my hand," Lenora attempted to protest, although her words lacked the conviction of a true objection.


    "You''re stronger than me, right? What''s stopping you from breaking free through brute force?" Sam whispered into her ear, his words dripping with a certain charm.


    At that moment, Lenora remembered the stark difference in their cultivations.


    Despite being cursed and weakened, she was still a formidable Peak Spirit Severing Realm cultivator, while Sam, with his two Supreme cultivations, remained significantly weaker.


    Oddly enough, Lenora made no attempt to break free from his grasp. A small smile played on Sam''s lips as he closed the distance between their faces, his touch tenderly grazing her cheek.


    Each touch sent shivers down Lenora''s spine, and her breathing became erratic. To her, Sam looked like the most delicious treat, tempting her to devour him without a second thought.


    "You watched what Amelia and I did just now, didn''t you?" Sam inquired, his voice a slow and deliberate tease.


    "N-No, I..." Lenora stumbled over her words, her embarrassment evident as the vivid scenes of Sam and Amelia''s intimate moments replayed in her mind.


    "What? a dragon got your tongue?" His warm breath sent goosebumps across her entire body.


    Sam slowly wrapped his hand behind her back, pulling her closer until their chests touched.


    ''H-He is so close,'' Lenora gulped, not resisting when Sam pulled her closer.


    Sam, dressed in only shorts, displayed a chiseled Greek statue-like upper body—a perfect physique that brought out his charm and beauty to the maximum level.


    He wasn''t overly muscled, but the allure was undeniable. In front of him, even the most beautiful women would feel inferior. Sam, still undergoing evolution, now stood at a height of 190cm, while Lenora measured 175cm—coincidentally the same height as Amelia.


    With their height difference, Sam''s nose picked up the irresistible aroma radiating from Lenora''s hair. To deny the desire it stirred within him would be a lie, but he maintained composure because he was the dominant one here.


    "Tell me, were you peeking when we were indulging in our otherworldly desires? Did you like what you witnessed?" Sam''s words dripped with seduction.


    "I..." Lenora struggled for words, feeling an unexpected surrender to Sam''s dominance. As an Alpha werewolf, submitting to anyone was unthinkable. Yet, she surprised herself by not rejecting the idea of submitting to Sam.


    Sam''s gaze went towards her alluring figure. ''Now that I''m so close to her, her figure is no less attractive compared to Amelia. In fact, Amelia and Lenora, oddly enough, seem to have the exact same figure except for their hair and eye color.''


    "So you were peeking!" Sam''s eyes shimmered in red.


    Lenora remained silent. She felt like she had suddenly become mute, unable to form words. She temporarily lost her ability to speak.


    "Did you touch yourself naughtily, imagining yourself in Amelia''s place?" Sam paused for a second. "Do you want to experience the same love and pleasure I gave Amelia?"


    "Tell me"


    Everything Sam said was true. She was really imagining herself in Amelia''s place, envisioning herself doing the naughty things with Sam. No matter what Sam said in his seductive manner, she didn''t reply. No, rather, she couldn''t reply.


    The only thing that occupied her thoughts were Sam and what he was going to do to her. It would be a lie if she said she wasn''t thinking perverted thoughts.


    "You''ve been a bad girl and a very bad maid, haven''t you? I should probably give you a punishment now, shouldn''t I?" Sam whispered.


    Sam moved his lips dangerously close to hers that they were only millimeters away from touching.


    This little action stirred something up inside Lenora. Her dark eyes suddenly turned neon blue. She wanted his kiss, craved it intensely, but she still clung to her sanity by a thread. ''Please kiss me...ravage my lips like a wild beast.''


    If Sam didn''t kiss her soon, her sanity would dissolve. Then she would be the one kissing him.


    Sam, with his divine power, could see that her lust was growing exponentially. Any more than this, and she would probably jump on him. He wouldn''t even be able to resist, considering she was stronger than him.


    Lenora closed her eyes, expecting her first kiss, but nothing touched her reddish lips except air.


    ''Why isn''t he kissing me?'' Lenora felt annoyance on so many levels.


    When she opened her eyes, Sam was looking at her with a small, gentle smile that brought out a different kind of attractiveness.


    "Before I punish you, we need to get to know each other well... Now, let''s go down; my grandma must be waiting for us." Sam patted her head a little and disappeared from the place.


    Lenora Fenrir stood there, dumbfounded, trying to process everything that had just happened.


    She touched her lips; Sam chose not to kiss her in the end.


    Sigh!


    A sigh escaped her lips as she patted her chest to calm her racing heart. For a second, she felt like she was losing her mind.


    The scenes of Sam trying to seduce her flashed in her mind, and she couldn''t help but blush. She could feel her heart flutter in excitement.


    "Why do I feel so submissive in that man''s presence? Did he bewitch me or something?" Lenora sighed as her gaze went towards the red-haired sleeping beauty.


    For some unknown reason, she felt irritated that Amelia slept with Sam. She felt oddly possessive, as if Amelia had stolen something from her, even though she had no reason to be annoyed.


    "What did he mean when he said that he wants us to get to know each other well? Is he interested in me? But he already has this vampire with him? How can I, an Alpha werewolf, and a Noble vampire share the same man?"


    She thought for a second, "But he seems like he is worth it, even if I have to share with my racial enemy, a vampire." A helpless smile formed on her face.


    "That man is probably the worst nightmare of every man out there and the sweetest dream of every woman," Lenora thought as she looked in a daze.


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