'Who would have thought that my son and I's supposed to be rest space would be crammed with these Alpha blood that lingered around him for an instant?' Veronica thought because she could see Jaxon being flirted with.
Veronica examined the package, placed her palm on her head, and sighed. 'Why did he come to me in the middle of the night? Anybody could manufacture ice cream according to the instructions?'
Veronica took the ingredients and began making ice cream while Jaxon turned around and went out, clearly uninterested in her creation process.
After a while, Veronica heard the voice coming from the living room. If she is a human, there is no way she could listen to this. Unfortunately, she is a wolf that has a sharp ear that able to hear those words.
"Alpha, do you like desserts? I'll bake some for you the next time we meet."
"Alpha, you can taste my lips, which are as delicious as ice cream...oh, Alpha."
"Slow down... no, don’t. A-ah."
Veronica remained in the kitchen, listening to the outside voice, hoping she could grab the kitchen knife and run out, murdering them one by one. 'When did my home turn into a lewd nightclub?!'
Veronica denied the pain and anger she was having. She complains about the house, but she knows there's more to it. She endured it, again, only to hear the voice of the woman outside become hornier and louder, almost as if she was dying.
“It's too excessive!” Veronica walked out angrily and saw Jaxon and a woman in a see-through dress leaning against the wall and kissing inextricably, while the other three women were sitting on the sofa looking at them in jealousy.
"Alpha—" When Veronica was about to speak, Jaxon suddenly pushed away the woman, almost hanging on him with a displeased face.
"It’s not sweet! Another liar!"
"Ouch!" The woman fell heavily to the ground, pulling her clothes almost to the waist. The scene was sultry but embarrassing. "Alpha." The woman lying on the ground plaintively called Jaxon, and stretched her hand to him, wanting him to pull herself up.
As if he hadn't seen it, Jaxon wiped his lips with the back of his hand and tightened his brows, "Uriel! Throw this woman out of here!"
"As you desire, Alpha." Uriel, the omnipotent beta, appeared and gestured to the bodyguard to drag away the see-through costume girl.
Jaxon approached the other couch, and the three ladies instantly grinned, ready to hurl themselves into his arms. Because of that, Jaxon grew increasingly angrier due to their actions, exclaiming, "Uriel! Throw these three women out. They're occupying my couch!"
"Alpha...!" The three stunning women gazed in awe at Jaxon. "O-Occupying your sofa?"
The girls only became silent, none dared to ask questions, and the beta bodyguards could only carry them away in an uncomfortable way.
"Shit!" They all looked at Veronica harshly as they departed.
"What...?!" Veronica was irritated by their stare since she had nothing to do with it. This man... She's never seen a pony with such a "personality," but then, she's never seen a pony. She laughed at her mind but turned around and returned to the kitchen to begin preparing the ice cream again.
After preparing, she exits the kitchen, carrying the bucket of it.
Jaxon sat on the couch, going through a stack of sketches in his palm, tossing one page after another after a glance.
'What is he up to this time? Sick!' Veronica glared but after looking at it intensely, she realizes something. ‘Those are my nude paintings abstract!’
"Don't throw it away." Veronica took a cautious step forward.
This is her passion now, her second love after Morgan. Now that she's given up on seeking help to Veron, accepting she can't escape Jaxon; painting and Morgan will be the most prized possession she has in her life now.
"I only mentioned that you seem to be innocent." Jaxon refused to let go, hurling a couple of pages of drawings and mocking her, "You even draw this type of thing."
Veronica seemed ashamed and replied, "That is to match the mood and the likes of those who requested my paintings. Return it to me!" She reached out with one arm to grab the drawings while holding the ice cream bucket with the other.
Jaxon sat on the couch, lifted his long arms, and studied the words on the artwork, reading each phrase. "Her warmth delighted him, and the leather cord left a scarlet stain on her body as lovely as flowering Sakura. She made him sweat abundantly and was satisfied with the pleasure."
He intentionally read her drawing's words slowly, making it romantic and lewd. Veronica didn't give much thought to her drawings from the past. For her, those narrations are just sharing more feelings with the painting. Nevertheless, now Jaxon is reading these things aloud, making her feel exposed— she thinks she's slut having these images in her head.
"Return it to me, Jaxon. Give it back to me!" Veronica's face flushed and she became enthralled.
"Make love is not a big thing," Jaxon satirized, "However, you write and paint it so sweetly and gracefully. Your literature is ridiculous."
"Give it back to me, Jaxon. Such a pervert..." Veronica wanted to dump the whole bucket of ice cream on his head.
Jaxon gave her a sarcastic smirk while Veronica knelt on his body. Her knees pressing against his waist and her clean face full of nervous emotions, to get her sketch back. However, Jaxon taken aback when he could see through the light that Veronica’s eyes were streaming with tears. His heart pounded hard as he looked into her eyes, and his muscles clenched instantly. As a result, he let her take the drawing back.
Veronica handed him the ice cream and sat on the couch, swiftly going through her drawings.
The Alpha locked his gaze on her delicate face, her lips pinched in a fury, which was highly appealing in the light. He leaned in close and instant. His small lips are already kissing the corners of her lips.
Veronica's body froze without any preparations. Nonetheless, in just a matter of seconds, she rapidly backed away. But Jaxon threw the ice cream bucket to the floor, moved forward like a cheetah, and crushed her against the couch. He straightened her knees with one hand, immobilizing her and staring at her profoundly with his dark eyes.
"You... Ugh...! gave me a week," Veronica gasped for air, read between the lines in his gaze. “You spared me a week! What is this?!”
"Yes." Jaxon locked his gaze on her. His voice is raspy and sensual from desire, and his tone is as arrogant and controlling as ever. "I'll give you a week to gather proof, but that doesn't mean I can't touch you!"
"You—" Veronica wanted to say something, but Jaxon had dropped his head to block her lips, arbitrarily opened it, and aggressively churned her mouth with a scorching tongue.
She tried to resist, but he clasped her hands and put them on her head. She fought valiantly. However, Jaxon clutched her and frowned at her, "Veronica, don't act like an innocent little wolf. Doesn't my lovely face make you want to cry with pleasure?"
His tone was arrogant and egotistical as if the person he would rape should thank him.
"I didn't pretend to be innocent. I simply detest you," Veronica exclaimed suddenly as Jaxon was ready to kiss her again.
"So, you dare to mention that fucking statement?" Jaxon's body tightened, and he glared at her furiously. He was enraged once again.
She instantly saw his face become red with rage and realized she didn't want to go on a hunger strike again after three days in the wilderness.
'Is there no choice for me except to give up?' Her heart is bleeding again.
Veronica gave up her struggle and closed her eyes in despair.
"Do you have to shut your eyes because I'm so ugly?" Jaxon expressed his dissatisfaction.
"..." Veronica remained motionless and did not open her eyes, but she could feel Jaxon's breathing near her and smell his body's intense fragrance. How could the Moon Goddess choose who is and who's not for you? Our destiny should be in our palms.
No matter what she complained about, there was nothing she could do. Jaxon pushed her wrist, but she gently clenched her hand. Nevertheless, the expected kiss did not land on her lips, and his grip on her wrist was abruptly released.
"Ugh—” There’s a painfully low voice above her head.
Veronica opened her eyes and saw Jaxon lying on her body, his face as white as a sheet, close to her shoulder.