Chapter 579

Molly was genuinely upset when she found out that Roy had escaped, yet hadn’t reached out to any of them. To her, there was nothing shameful about it. They were his family, his trusted friends. They would never turn their backs on him.

Sure, seeing Loff in his beastly form had been a bit revolting, but the moment she imagined it was Roy, that feeling instantly disappeared.

Molly couldn’t care less what form he took. Even if his face was disfigured, it wouldn’t matter to her. She didn’t love a man for his looks. She loved Roy simply because he was the first person in the world to love her with such purity and sincerity.

Her family had always been too complicated, and it had made her distrust the so-called love, friendship, and family bonds from a young age. Even her mother had told her not to place too much importance on those things.

To Molly, they seemed optional at best. Still, she was grateful to have friends like Shermaine and Danielle.

Right now, the only thing she wanted was for Roy to come back to her.

Once they returned to Ustrana, Shermaine and Molly parted ways. Shermaine went straight to the lab, and Molly had a pile of work waiting for her. So Roy waited patiently until the evening.

Around 11 p.m., Molly finally returned. Roy had been waiting at the elevator, his tail wagging furiously as soon as he saw her.

Molly was exhausted. She kicked off her heels as soon as she stepped inside, and Roy followed her, practically bouncing with excitement. She went to the liquor cabinet, poured herself a drink, and sank onto the couch, taking a sip.

Noticing that she wasn’t in the best of moods, Roy, curious, wondered where Shermaine had taken Molly and what they had talked about.

Molly didn’t feel terrible. At least she knew from Shermaine that Roy was safe. He had been hiding for some reason, not wanting to contact anyone.

‘Has he been keeping an eye on me all this time?’ she wondered.

As she sipped her drink, she suddenly felt something furry brush against her hand. Looking down, she saw Roy’s wolf head trying to snatch the glass away.

Molly froze for a second. “Roy, knock it off,” she said, but Roy wasn’t listening. He whimpered, determined to steal her drink.

Molly lifted her hand higher, but Roy, his body shifting with the weight of his wolf form, pushed himself up. With a loud crack, the lazy sofa couldn’t handle the pressure, and it split open.

Both Molly and Roy tumbled to the floor. Molly landed on a pillow, thankfully not hurt, but the weight of the wolf on top of her was a lot.

Roy’s paw, soft and warm, rested gently on her chest.

Roy felt an unsettling stir within himself. Nearby, a husky watching the scene couldn’t help but chuckle.

The wine spilled over them both, a sweet, rich scent lingering in the air, intoxicating in its own way.

Molly had taken off her coat when she got home, leaving her in just a white shirt. Now, with the alcohol soaking into the fabric, the black lace of her lingerie showed through, while Roy’s paw still lay on her chest.

Molly eyed him, then smirked, “You little perv, move your paw.”

Roy quickly pulled his paw back, but as he did, he yanked at a button on her shirt, sending it flying across the room.

The button rolled away, leaving her skin exposed.

Roy’s heart skipped a beat as he took a step back, eyes wide, not daring to look.

He had touched her before, but now, as he recalled the feeling, his wolf tail stood straight up.

He knew he shouldn’t be thinking about it, but he couldn’t help himself. All he wanted was to touch her again.

If there had been a pool nearby, Roy might have jumped in to cool off.

He was worried Molly would be angry, and he hated the thought of making her feel uncomfortable.

Molly had never seen a wolf so intelligent. After what Shermaine had shown her earlier, with those beastly people, she couldn’t help but connect this wolf to Roy.

Her gaze turned to Roy, her voice firm. “Roy, come here.”

Roy lowered his head and trudged over.

Molly gently reached up to touch his eyes, then scratched his chin.

Roy wagged his tail harder, relieved, thinking she wasn’t mad anymore.

But then Molly’s voice turned cold. “Go stand in the corner and think about what you did. Don’t move until I say so.”

Roy spent the whole night in time-out, staring at the wall.

Over the next three days, he realized he was clearly out of favor. Molly didn’t take him on walks anymore. When she came home, she barely acknowledged him. Worst of all, he was no longer allowed on the bed.

Even when she took the husky out, she left him behind.

Roy was sulking and restless, itching to destroy something just to let off steam. But he held back. Last time he’d chewed up a chair and ruined some of Molly’s clothes, and she’d been furious. The memory was enough to keep him in check.

Still, he needed an outlet. So when the husky came back from a walk, Roy snuck up behind it and yanked out all the fur from its tail until it was completely bald.

That morning, Molly had the rare luxury of a few hours off. After her workout, she was greeted by the husky trotting up to her, barking anxiously and turning around to show its bare, pathetic tail.

She didn’t need to ask who was responsible. It had Roy written all over it.

Lucky looked heartbroken and utterly betrayed. He howled pitifully, playing up his victimhood for Molly’s sympathy.

Molly couldn’t help laughing. She crouched down to pet him, whispering, “Don’t worry, I’ll deal with him.”

And so Roy was back in the corner, front paws on the wall, his signature punishment pose. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but he’d been through worse.

What really stung, though, was how cold Molly had become.

“I’m heading out. Stay right there,” she said, grabbing her bag.

“Awoo…”

“Don’t even try that whiny stuff,” she shot back without turning around.

Lucky was curled up in his bed, happily gnawing on a bone. But his peace didn’t last long. He suddenly felt a chill, a sense of danger creeping in.

Before he could react, Roy was on him again. This time, he went for the top of Lucky’s head, leaving him with a shiny bald patch right between the ears.

Lucky caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and looked devastated.

Heartbroken and full of righteous fury, the husky finally snapped. He went into full demolition mode.

Age may have slowed him down a little, but when it came to wrecking a room, he was still a pro.

Roy stood amid the chaos, silently weighing his options. Maybe it was time to skip town for a while. When Molly got back, there was no way this was going to end with just a slap on the paw.

After all, a fallen-from-grace wolf didn’t exactly rank high in the household hierarchy.

What Roy didn’t know was that a seed of suspicion had already taken root in Molly’s mind. After observing him for the past three days, she couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something too familiar about that wolf.

His sudden appearance was just a little too well-timed. And that constant, almost haunting sense of déjà vu was hard to ignore. The only reason she’d named him Roy in the first place was because he reminded her so much of someone.

She thought back to the day Shermaine had taken her out. In hindsight, Shermaine hadn’t been subtle at all. She’d been dropping hints left and right.

Molly could have asked her to confirm everything right then. But she didn’t. She wanted to see how long Roy could keep pretending.