He stumbled out of the bathroom, his vision blurring towards the large bed.

Yun Wushu seemed to be sleeping uneasy. He frowned slightly and turned over unconsciously. The loose collar of his nightgown slipped down, revealing a slender and fragile neck and delicate collarbone.

The moonlight shines on that fair skin, like the most tempting invitation.

Chrisel's rationality was completely broken under the double impact of the drugs and the scene before her.

Like a wild beast driven by instinct, he walked towards the bed step by step, his heavy breathing unusually clear in the silent room.

Bending down, his hot breath sprayed on the neck of Yunwu Book...

Yunwushu opened his eyes in the darkness. There was no panic, no fear, only a cold, all-seeing clarity.

She let out a gasp at just the right moment, her body struggling slightly, with just the right amount of resistance and... a hint of barely perceptible temptation.

Chrisel didn't drink the wine that Princess Lilith handed to her, but that kind of medicine was very strong and would cause harm even if it came into contact with the skin.

"Chriselle...you...what's wrong with you?" His voice was hoarse with sleep and a hint of panic, like a frightened deer.

Chrisel's movements suddenly stopped, and her remaining sanity struggled for a moment as if it were a last ray of light, but the next second she was overwhelmed by the even more surging desire.

He growled in pain, and his hot palm grabbed Yun Wushu's slender wrist with irresistible force, holding him firmly under him.

Yun Wushu didn't say anything else, but just closed his eyes. His long eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, casting a fragile shadow on his pale cheeks.

Precisely controlling her pheromones, she made the elegant camellia scent even richer and more lingering, wrapping around Chrisel's nerves that were on the verge of collapse, like the most deadly catalyst.

Chrisel leaned over and gave Yunwushu a hot kiss with a destructive breath, roughly rolling over his lips and neck, his canine teeth instinctively searching for the omega's most vulnerable glands.

What mature hunters often lack the least is patience. The pheromones of higher-level alphas can guide them step by step and make up for the disparity in strength.

The carefully planned coincidence happened perfectly at this moment.