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Afterward, Cyril continued to assist Hazel in strength training, aiming to fortify her werewolf resolve. One afternoon, they finally halted their training in the backyard of Graymeen Manor. Hazel’s muscles ached all over; the intense workouts left her exhausted.

Hazel glanced at Cyril with a hint of resentment, but she sensed something different in his eyes. She knew Cyril had been busy training her, suppressing his own desires.

The two slowly made their way back into the house. The aroma of food wafted through the air, making Hazel’s stomach growl.

“Smells amazing, the garlic butter spaghetti!” Rita exclaimed.

Hazel’s tongue slid over her lower lip; she couldn’t wait to eat. However, Cyril noticed Hazel’s movements, and his eyes seemed to burn her lower lip.

“Looks like you’re satisfied with Berhtulf’s skills. You’ve already made yourself at home here,” Cyril said, leading Hazel to the kitchen table and pulling out a chair, gesturing for her to sit.

“It’s my pleasure, Miss Moen.” Berhtulf elegantly bowed to Hazel, then placed a plate of fragrant garlic butter spaghetti in front of her. Cyril appeared somewhat serious and displeased as he observed Berhtulf’s enthusiastic demeanor. He couldn’t tolerate anyone being overly familiar with Hazel, even if it was a butler’s customary etiquette.

Helplessly, Hazel looked at Cyril, but the aroma of the food was more enticing. She enjoyed her lunch, forking a bite of spaghetti and sweetly feeding it to Cyril, inviting him to join.

Cyril’s mood improved at this point, and he pulled out his chair to sit down and have lunch with Hazel.

With each dish Berhtulf served, he guided Hazel through the meal attentively, but in his heart, he bore the groundless pressure of an Alpha.

“He’s too easily jealous, isn’t he?” Rita felt the pressure exerted by Cyril.

Unable to stand Cyril’s demeanor, Hazel rolled her eyes and muttered, “Is it too much to ask for a peaceful meal?”

“Difficult? It seems like you’re enjoying it,” Cyril sneered.

“If you have any objections, I’ll follow your guidance.” Hazel raised her eyebrows, arms crossed.

A mischievous smile played on Cyril’s lips, as if recalling something unspeakable. Seeing his expression, Hazel suddenly realized she misspoke, and from Cyril’s heated gaze, she knew exactly what guidance he recalled.

With the conversation at this point, memories of Cyril’s member filling her throat flashed in Hazel’s mind, and she instinctively closed her legs together.

Sensing the ambiguous atmosphere between the two, Berhtulf tactfully excused himself.

After lunch, the two silently went upstairs.

“You said you’d follow my guidance, didn’t you?” Cyril leaned close to Hazel’s face, his large hand gripping her waist, giving her buttocks a firm squeeze. Hazel let out a sharp scream, then gently pushed Cyril away.

“I need to go change into dry clothes,” Hazel raised her eyebrows at Cyril, masking her nervousness.

“You don’t need clothes, Hazel.” Cyril bent down, lifting her from the floor and carrying her into his bathroom.

In the spacious bathroom, Cyril gently placed Hazel in the bathtub and turned on the faucet. The hot water gradually filled the tub, soaking Hazel’s flimsy sports bra and leggings as the water level rose, revealing her intimate areas.

Cyril’s eyes scanned her body, and as he observed Hazel’s expression, his smile deepened.

“What are you thinking?”

Hazel was startled by his question, but deep down, she knew she no longer needed to hide anything from Cyril.

“I want to know what you see in me,” he asked.

“Come here,” Cyril pulled the soaked Hazel, making her stand in front of the full-length mirror. Cyril circled behind her, his large hands tracing over Hazel’s body, squeezing her buttocks tightly, moving up to her chest.

“The bite marks on your neck make me hard every time I see them,” Cyril whispered in Hazel’s ear, his fingers gliding over her sports bra, causing her breasts to stiffen with each touch.

Cyril’s hands moved down, sliding along her belly. He parted her legs with his foot, gently caressing her intimate area.

Hazel’s panties were thin, revealing her private parts completely.

“I see you here, always tempting me,” Cyril roared softly in Hazel’s ear. When his fingers glided over Hazel’s entrance, her lips emitted a soft moan, and her breath became moist with the movements within her panties.

“And then there’s this,” Cyril’s hands roughly grabbed Hazel’s buttocks, causing her to scream in surprise.

“You can’t control your thoughts; it’s not my fault,” Hazel’s face turned crimson, the excitement rushing through her like a speeding train.

Cyril watched her reaction, chuckled lightly, and deeply breathed in the scent of her neck.

“Take off your clothes,” he whispered, sending a pleasant shiver down Hazel’s spine.

As Hazel turned to remove her clothes, Cyril turned her back to the mirror and positioned himself behind her.

“Stand in front of the mirror,” Cyril grinned. “I’ll help you.”

Without hesitation, Cyril’s fingers slipped under Hazel’s sports bra, effortlessly lifting it above her breasts. Hazel’s two breasts bounced out like pudding. Cyril watched her through the mirror, his hands drawing patterns on her breasts until reaching the two small pink spots. He gently pressed them, eliciting continuous moans from Hazel.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Hazel’s tight leggings fell to the floor, exposing her beautiful figure in front of the mirror. She looked at Cyril in the mirror, his golden eyes heating up, every inch of his gaze seemed to devour Hazel.

But instead of taking further action, he strolled towards the bathtub to undress. His member easily popped out from his underwear, causing Hazel’s mouth to salivate continuously. She watched Cyril’s broad shoulders, the thick muscles in his chest. Every inch of his body was hard and well-defined.

“Get in,” Cyril’s smile deepened as he commanded Hazel.

Suppressing the fear in her heart, Hazel walked towards the bathtub. The water was scalding on her skin, soothing her sore muscles. However, Cyril didn’t give her a moment to rest. The moment her buttocks touched the water, he lunged forward.

He pulled Hazel onto him, his arm encircling her lower back. His swollen member grazed Hazel’s lips, causing her to let out a soft moan.

Cyril grabbed his member, rubbing the tip against Hazel’s entrance. His glans pressed against Hazel’s narrow opening, gently pressing, and then pulling away.

His eyes were pitch black, pupils dilated with desire. “You’re too tempting,” Cyril’s voice was filled with excitement.

“So are you, dear,” Hazel said breathlessly, “Why don’t you give it to me already?”

Alpha Cyril moved in closer, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

“I like control, my little Hazel,” Cyril whispered, his thumb tracing over Hazel’s lower lip. “I want to dictate every rhythm, set the rules.”

“But I’ve never been good at following rules,” Hazel raised an eyebrow, speaking softly.

“No, you can learn now,” Cyril’s smile deepened. His hands gripped Hazel’s waist, forcefully thrusting forward, inserting his member into Hazel’s deepest core.

“Ah-” Hazel couldn’t help but scream, her vagina tightening, enduring Cyril’s vigorous thrusts.

Waves of pleasure engulfed both of them, Cyril’s teeth excitedly nibbling on her nape.

“That’s it, Hazel,” Cyril said heavily, “I really want to fuck you unconscious.”

Cyril’s words, coupled with his intense thrusts, pushed Hazel to the brink of collapse. Hazel’s lips continued to emit breathless moans, her entire body tense with pleasure. Cyril tightly grasped her buttocks, flooding Hazel’s deepest recesses with his seed.