My Cursed Mate Cannot Sense Me (Werewolf & Cute baby)

At 7 pm in the evening, Madeline's neighbor was blasting the local news on TV at an ear-splitting volume, which could be heard through the thin wall.

　　Madeline was in the kitchen, carefully cutting potatoes for a pot of thick potato soup. She was being cautious in her movements, bending her waist slightly and arching her body to avoid her protruding belly from hitting the cutting board.

　　Halfway through her task, the door suddenly banged with urgency.

　　Bang! Bang! Bang!

　　The iron door continuously hit against the loose doorframe, and the red rusty paint fell like powder. The visitor knocked impatiently for a few more times before impatiently twisting the doorknob. The old doorknob was extremely unstable, making a cracking sound as if it was about to break off.

　　Madeline's heart was in a panic, and her hand shook, causing half a peeled potato to fall onto the ground and roll a long distance away.

　　It was Thomas.

　　How could he come today? He had suddenly disappeared for more than half a year, and Madeline thought he would never appear again, and never disturb her life again.

　　The rented house was very small, and the so-called kitchen was just a narrow passage piled with a few cooking utensils after entering the door.

　　The banging on the door became louder and soon overwhelmed the noisy volume of the neighbor's TV, penetrating through the thin door panel and hitting Madeline's head one after another.

　　She felt a headache and reflexively turned around and reached out her hand.

　　But her hand hung in the air for a long time without daring to move, and finally dropped down, covering the apron fabric on her belly.

　　She knew what he would do to her when he came in. She used to be able to bear it, but now...

　　She was not alone anymore.

　　The last time Thomas sought pleasure from her before disappearing, he happened to plant a seed in her body. She took care of it meticulously, as if carrying a fragile glass vessel, being extremely cautious every day.

　　Six months had passed, and the tender child had gradually grown in her belly.

　　The apron was loose but could not cover the prominent bulge.

　　But once she opened the door, her precious child would be harmed.

　　It was certain.

　　Together with her.

　　In just a few seconds of hesitation, the male werewolf outside the door had already run out of patience and started kicking the door with his feet.

　　He stamped on the iron plate, as if he wanted to kick a big hole in it. The neighbor was disturbed by the loud noise and shouted angrily through the security door, "What are you doing?!"

　　Madeline was afraid that the they would fight, so she reluctantly opened the door to let the irritable visitor in, while apologizing to the neighbor with a smile, "Sorry, my friend got drunk. He didn't mean to disturb you... Ah!"

　　She was interrupted mid-sentence as a brutish force grabbed her by the collar. Thomas slammed the door shut and dragged her towards the bedroom.

　　Water from the bathroom had leaked onto the tile floor, making it slippery. Madeline lost her balance and stumbled, falling to the ground.

　　Thomas didn't even glance back, instead grabbing her arm and lifting her up before throwing her onto the bed. Caught off guard, Madeline fell onto the bed, her spine hitting the mattress hard and crumpling the sheets.

　　The male werewolf stood at the end of the bed, staring at Madeline with a dazed expression, his breathing heavy and labored.

　　His face was devoid of any emotion, and he was clearly not in a sober state. Strangely enough, he didn't smell of alcohol, only a faint hint of tobacco.

　　After a few seconds, he quickly undid his belt and pulled down his zipper, pulling down his pants and underwear in one go.

　　As soon as Madeline caught sight of his dark purple, ominous-looking penis, she paled and scrambled to prop herself up with her elbows, frantically reaching for the drawer of the bedside table to grab a condom.

　　Before she could get her hands on it, the male werewolf violently grabbed her ankle and dragged her back.

　　In the struggle, the sheets on the bed were thrown into disarray, with one side hanging off the edge of the bed.

　　Madeline panicked and shouted, "Thomas, snap out of it! Look at me!"

　　She tried to escape from the bed, but he pressed down on her shoulder, forcing her back. The male werewolf knelt between her legs, frowning and staring at her for a while before showing disgust and coldly muttering, "You look ugly."

　　He then lifted her hips, removed her underwear, spread her legs apart, and grabbed his erect penis, attempting to forcefully enter her without any foreplay.

　　The S-class male werewolf's penis was too large, and as a result, the gland couldn't enter her vagina. It was like trying to twist a rusted screw with brute force, causing both parties to suffer from immense pain.

　　Madeline was in so much pain that it left a psychological scar. Her lower back was tightly strained, and after a while, her belly began to ache.

　　At this moment, Thomas was extremely irritable and his thinking was very simplistic.

　　As usual, Madeline used a gentle tone, as if coaxing a child, to comfort him.

　　She said, "Why don't you step back for now? Once I'm wet enough, you can come in and enjoy."

　　"Come on," she urged him. Thomas tentatively believed her and withdrew his penis. His arms still braced at the foot of the bed, his lust-filled eyes locked onto Madeline, his gaze as sharp as a gun sight, ready to fire back at any moment.

　　Thomas's patience on the bed was always measured in seconds, and Madeline didn't dare to delay. She brought her fingers together and tried to insert them into her vagina. With a pregnant belly and a hunched posture, she couldn't insert them deeply.

　　After struggling for a while, she managed to insert a fingertip, and she could barely stir it around. Her vagina was almost completely dry.

　　The patience, which was shorter than a cigarette butt, burned out quickly. Thomas grabbed Madeline's hand and covered his throbbing penis, demanding her to soothe and compensate him.

Madeline wanted to open a condom for Thomas.

　　He had worn it a few times before, but he hated the isolating feeling of having his genitals wrapped in silicone film. As soon as he saw the packaging, he became irritated and slapped it to the ground.

　　He then pressed Madeline's thighs open, grabbed his cock, thrust his waist forward, and plunged straight in.

　　"Ah! No, Thomas, you can't do this...it hurts...uhh!"

　　Intense pain surged from her lower body.

　　All her muscles tensed up instantly, trying to resist the invading blade between her legs. Madeline's face turned even whiter, her forehead cold, and cold sweat dripped from her nostrils. Large beads of sweat rolled down her neck.

　　Thomas was in a beastly state, only seeking to vent, without any compassion.

　　Madeline was in so much pain that she nearly fainted. For a full ten seconds, she couldn't catch her breath, and her eyes were filled with flashing shadows.

　　She couldn't help but wonder what sins she had committed to deserve such a fate every time.

　　As Thomas smelled the scent of sweat, it was as if a great white shark had caught the scent of blood, and his eyes suddenly turned a crazed, ravenous shade of red.

　　He leaned down and shamelessly kissed every inch of Madeline's exposed skin, either licking or sniffing with his eyes closed, like a drug addict finally getting his fix.

　　Madeline's body was covered by a T-shirt and apron, but Thomas found them too obstructive.

　　With a loud "rip," he tore them off and greedily kissed a delicate red mole on Madeline's chest. Madeline's pheromones had the scent of Iris.

　　A beast's paw crushed the newly opened Iris, and the faint fragrance wafted through the air, mingling with a hint of sadness. Thomas found himself lost in a sea of Iris flowers after the rain, deeply intoxicated, unable to stop smelling and wanting more.

　　After six months apart, every cell in his body was screaming madly for him to satisfy this rare Iris fragrance. But it wasn't enough! Not nearly enough!

　　Thomas relied on his instincts and thrust his hips more and more roughly. Madeline was in too much pain, her frail body trembling uncontrollably, and she let out a series of painful sobs, her fragrant scent permeating the air.

　　He heard Madeline gasping as she drew near, and lowered his head to suck away the tears from the corner of her eye. The next second, Thomas trembled with excitement, and his movements became more frenzied.

　　"Stop it, Thomas, please stop... There's a child here, ours, you and me... Can you feel it? You... touch it, it's six months old..." Madeline pleaded, holding her belly as sharp pains wracked her body.

　　But as always, Thomas ignored everything and continued to act on instinct, still behaving roughly.

　　Finally, even tears could no longer satisfy him. He grabbed Madeline by the hair, forced her to turn her neck and expose her nape, and his sharp fangs pierced her gland.

　　"Ah ah!!!" Madeline let out a terrible scream, her heart suddenly stopped, and her waist jerked up violently.

　　The rich pheromones in the gland gave Thomas a strong stimulus. He lost control of his desire, vigorously thrashing Madeline, and his swollen cock invaded her without any regard for her pleading.

　　Finally, Thomas was satisfied both physically and mentally and ejaculated.

　　Madeline pushed him to the side, preventing him from crushing her belly. His genitalia, covered in bodily fluids, withdrew from her vagina, bringing out a large amount of murky blood. Thomas fell down with a thud and quickly fell asleep.

　　Madeline lay weakly on her back, gasping for breath.

　　She finally escaped from the torture. She knew what she should do now. She should get up and quickly dial for help. But she was too exhausted, and in too much pain, even moving her fingers felt like it would take all her strength.

　　Madeline curled up on the single bed, her vision turned black, and she suddenly lost consciousness.

　　******

　　Thomas had a dream that he would never forget. In the dream, the sky was clear and vast, and the clouds were light and thin. He stood by the lake in the secluded valley, with large white Irises blooming around him.

　　They all hung their flower buds low, each one like a shy girl who wouldn't look at him. The fragrance of the flowers seemed to have substance, wetting his clothes and bathing his exhausted body. His lungs gradually moistened, and his skin and pores breathed comfortably. A surge of vitality entered his blood vessels, clearing away the long-standing fatigue.

　　How long had it been since he had relaxed so well? In the past six months in Europe, his emotions had been shrouded by inexplicable anxiety. The anxiety had been accumulating, but there was no outlet for it.

　　His heart was like being sealed in a container with insufficient oxygen. The longer the time passed, the more dangerous the situation became. In the week before returning to the United States, work piled up like a mountain, and his temper reached its peak. He was like an oil barrel placed under the summer sun, nitpicking and exploding at any little thing, completely losing the ability to express opinions normally.

　　But now, he had finally gained the long-lost peace.

　　Thomas took a deep breath and opened his eyes comfortably. His vision was hazy, with tiny dust particles slowly floating in the air. There was a simple wooden window on the right side, with dust accumulating on the outside of the glass. Above his head was a narrow ceiling, with greenish-gray mold growing in the corner.

　　After a while, he finally realized that he was lying in a strange place. The single bed was short and narrow, placed against the wall, and the sheets beneath him were crumpled into a big lump like rotten cabbage leaves.

　　This was a cheap rental house.

　　How did he end up lying here?

Yesterday, his plane landed, and he went straight back to his apartment in the center of New York City.

　　In order to quickly adjust to the time difference, he lit some scented candles, took a bath, and even drank half a glass of red wine to help him sleep.

　　He was asleep by six o'clock in the evening.

　　When he woke up, why was he in a different place?

　　"I'm fine, no need to go to the hospital."

　　Thomas's thoughts were interrupted by a suppressed cough.

　　He turned his head and saw a pale neck, two thin shoulders, and slightly curly brown hair.

　　It was a skinny female werewolf sitting on the cold floor with her back to him, completely naked except for a thin blanket wrapped around her body. She was holding a phone, speaking in a low voice: "Hurry up and come take him away. I couldn't hold on last night and passed out. It's almost dawn now, I'm afraid he..."

　　Thomas sat up and focused on the bite marks on the young woman's neck.

　　The fangs had bitten deeply, and there were bloodstains all over her back, as if her gland had been violently bitten open. In addition to her neck, the young woman's thighs were also covered in bruises, her butt was red from being pinched, and blood-tinged fluid was oozing from her crotch. It was obvious that she had been violated.

　　He was sharing a room with a marked female werewolf?

　　What kind of new scam was this?

　　Thomas was extremely cautious. His first reaction was that this female werewolf and her accomplice who marked her were trying to scam him for money.

　　But he soon realized that in a rape case, photos and videos were not enough evidence; pheromones were the key evidence. If he really encountered a trap, he was confident he could prove his innocence.

　　The female werewolf didn't notice that he had woken up yet and continued to urge the person on the phone, "Hurry up and come, take a shortcut, hurry... he can't wake up here..."

　　He?

　　Thomas looked around the small 20-square-meter room. There was nowhere to hide a person, only the two of them were there. So, the "he" the young woman was referring to must be himself.

　　Thomas couldn't help but laugh.

　　This little thing looked like a piece of paper. If he hit her hard, he might break her shoulders. How dared she play this tricks on him?

　　Thomas tugged at his shirt and rolled up his sleeves, patiently waiting for the female werewolf to finish her phone call.

　　Then, he greeted her coldly, "Good morning."

　　The female werewolf's body stiffened, and her phone dropped to the ground.

　　The moment when Madeline heard Thomas's voice, her eardrums filled with blood.

　　She turned around stiffly, and his clear eyes met hers.

　　What should she do?

　　Her mate...woke up.

　　Madeline looked up at Thomas, her lips slightly open with her mind blank.

　　After waiting for a long time without her speaking, Thomas asked proactively, "Who are you?"

　　Madeline stared blankly at him.

　　Thomas sneered and pointed to the back of her neck, indicating that he had already seen those rough bite marks.

　　"Why am I in your house?"

　　"Be-because..." Madeline stuttered painfully, but couldn't answer. Thinking that she was too afraid to tell the truth, Thomas let out a contemptuous sneer and lifted the covers to get out of bed.

　　But as his eyes passed over his naked lower body, he froze.

　　And his face instantly turned extremely ugly. He had taken a shower before going to bed last night, so his genitalia should have been clean, but now it was covered in sticky bodily fluids, semen, and blood, emitting a foul odor.

　　At a glance, it was clear that it had been used. He looked up and stared at Madeline.

　　This face, this neck, and the small arms and chest were all covered in fresh marks of abuse.

　　Impossible!

　　It couldn't be him!

　　He had always been a gentle lover with no history of abuse. Even if he got drunk and lost his mind, he wouldn't suddenly become so cruel and violent towards an unfamiliar female werewolf overnight.

　　"You..." Thomas looked at Madeline in disbelief, took a step forward, and reached out to grab the blanket. She trembled violently, gripping the blanket tightly against her chest, and turned her body sideways, as if afraid that he would do something else.

　　Thomas was taken aback by this reaction and immediately realized that he had actually fucked this female werewolf.

　　So... it really was a one-night stand?

　　How come?

　　Not to mention the fact that he had just returned to the country yesterday and had no interest in seeking pleasure, even if he did want to find someone to have sex with, there were plenty of young, beautiful, and skilled female werewolves lining up to offer themselves.

　　He wouldn't even touch the kind of prostitute who brought clients back to her cheap rental room to sell her body. What was even stranger was that he had even marked her.

　　The bottom line for a one-night stand was not to do the marking, as a mark indicated that the male werewolf had absolute control during sex, and the marked female werewolf was unable to resist, thereby suggesting rape.

　　If the other party had a bite mark examination done at the Female Werewolf Protection Association and then sued him for sexual assault in court, it was a certainty. Thomas scrutinized the thin and weak female werewolf, trying to figure out what she was up to.

　　Madeline was afraid her secret would be exposed, so she instinctively protected her belly. Thomas noticed this unusual behavior and furrowed his brows, sensing that something was off. He immediately pulled off the blanket that was covering Madeline's body.

　　"Fuck," he muttered.

　　She was pregnant.

　　It was common knowledge among male werewolves that they should never violate a pregnant female werewolf, not just for moral or legal reasons, but because it was physically impossible.