Chapter 582
Roy happily followed Molly onto the plane.
By morning, he was feeling full of energy, like his old self again.
Molly, who had been distant and cold for the past few days, was back to her usual self, spoiling him and letting him get away with things. Roy couldn’t help but feel at ease.
Turns out, being sick wasn’t all bad after all.
He was dying to know where they were headed, but since he was a wolf now, asking wasn’t exactly an option.
Just then, Molly had ordered some milk, along with a plate of delicious meat, toast, cheese, and bacon. The smell made his stomach growl louder than ever.
These were all high-calorie foods, but Roy burned through energy quickly, so he didn’t have to worry about packing on the pounds.
Molly was flipping through a magazine, but her eyes kept drifting over to Roy as he ate. Even as a wolf, he had manners. He wasn’t using his paws to grab food and was sitting with proper posture, like a well-trained gentleman.
After a few bites, Roy got thirsty and started drinking the milk. The way he licked his lips and sucked it down reminded Molly of a cat. He was so cute, and his tail even wagged with joy. She couldn’t help but smile.
Maybe it was the way she was looking at him. Roy noticed her gaze and looked up.
Molly called out, “Roy, come here.”
He padded over and rested his head in her lap, looking up at her with those big, soulful eyes.
Molly, unable to resist, grabbed a handkerchief and gently wiped the milk from his mouth.
Roy felt his heart flutter. She looked gorgeous today, and he suddenly really wanted to kiss her.
His tail wagged faster, and he almost forgot himself, leaning forward to lick her again.
Molly wiped his mouth clean and leaned in to kiss the top of his head. “Good boy.”
But as much as Roy wanted to bask in her affection, something was off. He was starting to feel jealous of himself as a wolf.
Molly had kissed him while he was a wolf. The way she looked at him and the tenderness in her touch was something he hadn’t experienced before, and it made him feel uneasy.
He couldn’t help but wonder if she was starting to see the wolf as a replacement for him. After all, she had named the wolf Roy. Why would she do that if she didn’t see him as a stand-in for the real thing?
The more he thought about it, the more it gnawed at him. Jealousy twisted inside him, and he couldn’t shake it.
Molly noticed his sudden shift in mood and grinned, guessing Roy was probably jealous of himself.
She reached down and teased, “Roy, give me your paw.”
Roy hesitated, then reluctantly placed his paw in her hand.
Molly held it gently, being careful to avoid the sharp claws. She squeezed the soft part of his paw and gave it a few light scratches.
Roy’s heart sank. ‘She really does think of me as the wolf, doesn’t she?’ The thought made him feel more miserable than ever.
About two hours later, they landed in Avalmere.
The moment Roy stepped off the plane, he was hit by the sharp cold and instantly recognized their surroundings. They were in Avalmere.
Roy didn’t have any particular hatred for the place, but thinking about the two years he’d spent locked in Faye’s underground lab made his blood boil.
He couldn’t help but entertain the thought of going back to get revenge on Faye. He wanted to kill her, but he knew better than to act on impulse.
Faye was clever, and if he messed up, he wouldn’t be able to stay by Molly’s side.
For now, he decided it was best to wait and figure out why Molly had brought him here.
A jeep pulled up to pick Molly up, and the rest of the group piled into other jeeps.
The weather was bitterly cold, and the sky was overcast.
Molly, wearing her coat, leaned against the window, holding a cigarette with one hand, exuding an effortless, sexy confidence. There was a kind of raw elegance about her that Roy couldn’t resist.
After finishing her cigarette, she slipped her hand under Roy’s belly, probably trying to warm up from the cold wind.
Roy’s body was naturally warmer, and within moments, her hand was toasty. She even gave him a playful scratch, teasing him in the way she always did.
Roy’s jealousy bubbled up inside him, more intense than ever.
He was, in a way, the replacement, yet here he was, feeling possessive over Molly’s attention.
When they reached the base, Roy finally understood why they were in Avalmere. It had to do with a man named Bruce.
Bruce had been trying to take down the Immortality Project for years, but he’d been caught in a trap. Now, he was being held hostage.
Molly was busy in a meeting with the team, planning the rescue.
Bruce was being kept on a mountain, and the place was surrounded by at least a hundred guards. Avalmere was perpetually snowy, and that mountain was nearly impossible to scale.
They had a detailed plan to rescue Bruce, set for the early hours of the morning.
The afternoon slipped by, and even though the base had heating, the cold still seeped in.
Roy ran out for a bit, but by the time night fell, he hadn’t come back yet.
Molly stood by the door, her brow furrowed with concern.
Roy had dashed off without saying a word, and she was getting frustrated.
But Roy hadn’t gone far. He’d just ventured up the mountain to take a look, sniffing around the area. He confirmed that Bruce was indeed held there, and he could smell the wild animal scent on the guards.
He didn’t get too close but made a mental note of everything before heading back down.
When he returned, he found Molly standing outside, smoking, her expression cold as ever.
He called out to her and shook the snow off his fur as he approached.
Molly didn’t say anything at first, just exhaled sharply. “Next time, tell me before you run off like that.”
Roy could tell she was mad, but he trotted over and wagged his tail.
Molly wasn’t having it, though. “If you do that again, I’ll tie you up.”
Roy was confused. He was glad Molly cared so much, but it also made him feel a bit conflicted.
She was treating him like a real person, even though he was just a wolf.
Roy followed her into the base and down to their room.
The room had one bed, and the cold was cutting. There wasn’t even a blanket on the floor.
Molly grabbed a hairdryer and began drying the snow off Roy’s fur.
Since she was still mad, Roy didn’t dare get on the bed, and the cold floor wasn’t any better.
After a few minutes, Molly finished drying him off and went to the bathroom to wash up. She came out in a sweatshirt and sweatpants but still felt cold. She was still upset, but the chill made it hard for her to sleep. With a frustrated sigh, she called out, “Roy, come here.”
Roy immediately jumped up on the bed, and Molly lifted the covers. “Crawl in here.”
Roy snuggled under the blankets, his wolf head poking out.
It was their first time sharing a bed like this. If he were human, it would’ve been much better, but the warmth quickly made him forget about that.
Molly relaxed as the warmth filled the bed. She closed her eyes, letting go of her frustration.
After a while, the room was quiet, and Roy finally shifted back into his human form. He gently pulled Molly into his arms, careful not to wake her.
He couldn’t help but feel a little frustrated. When he was human, he had to work so hard just for a kiss. Now, as a wolf, everything came so easily. He kissed her softly on the nose, then moved to her lips, unable to get enough. His hunger for her couldn’t be satisfied.