Serving the Alpha.

The question that Nikki posed was, "So you're going to stay here by yourself?" All of the other guys had already made plans with their families or with their buddies, and we were going to take a month-long break. At the very least, I would be the only person who would be staying in the dormitory for a couple of weeks.

It's true. However, it is not a problem; I have something very special in mind that I would like to accomplish while everyone else is gone," I responded to him. In order to avoid having to either take his sugar glider to his mother's house or pay a pet sitter while he was away, Nikki asked me to monitor his sugar glider while he was gone.

"So, can you watch him?"

"I would be thrilled to. I am aware of that. I smiled and informed him that I adored him.

Every single one of the guys had a pet. Because of our schedules and the fact that we were traveling, the majority of them stayed with family members the majority of the time. However, there were a few of them who resided here. I had a deep affection for animals, but due to my allergic reactions, I was never able to get a pet of my own.

After two days had passed, when the final resident had departed the dormitory, I retrieved a leaflet from the drawer of my dresser and sat on my bed, conducting another review of the document. The fact that I hadn't considered doing this previously was incomprehensible to me. After taking a peek at my watch, I saw that I had a little over an hour left till my scheduled appointment. I was quite enthusiastic about the prospect of acquiring a hybrid as a pet, and I was going to look into it. The fact that they are non-allergenic was something I was aware of when I picked up this leaflet in a coffee shop. This makes them an ideal choice for someone like myself.

After a few periods of time had passed, I made my way through the entrance of the hybrid management facility. I paused and took a look around at the walls, which were a sterile, bright white color. Okay, that's quite neat. Taking a whiff of the air, I became aware that it smelled like coffee. I was under the impression that this location would smell and appear more like an animal shelter. I just couldn't fathom why.

He rushed over to me with his hand out. He was a tall and skinny young man.

How are you today? If you are Fabie Hendrix, then be so. This is Ozzy, my name. He said, "Welcome to Hybrid Heaven," in a manner that was almost too pleasant and peppy. "You're interested in a hybrid, yes?"

I gave a slight nod. Ozzy resumed his conversation by asking, "Have you given any thought to the different kinds of hybrids that you would like to learn about?" This place is home to a wide variety of animals, including cats, dogs, rabbits, monkeys, wolves, foxes, and tigers, among others. The list continues on and on.

I took a look around while I was considering it. "Honestly, I'd like to look around at the different options, but I kind of came in with the idea of getting a cat." He eagerly grasped my arm and led me down a hallway to show me the various rooms where they housed the various species. He was quite excited during this experience. I was aware that I did not want anything that could potentially be harmful. There will be no panthers, tigers, or wolves for me. A cute and cuddly item was what I was looking for.

However, Ozzy promoted the tigers and wolves, stating that I would appear to be a tough individual if I were to go down the street with one of those, but I was not interested in possessing either of those animals.

After a while, I told him, "I really think I'd like to check out the cats," and he accepted my statement. It was clear that he was dissatisfied with my decision because he frowned at me and rolled his eyes.

"Alright. Despite the fact that they are not nearly as thrilling, he ultimately gave in and said, "Let's go look at them."

Excitement is different from what I'm looking for. I am searching for a partner and a source of consolation. It is sufficient for my existence to be thrilling on its own. All I want is anything that reminds me of my own house.

He took me down another corridor and around a couple of corners until we came to a stop in front of a large window that looked into a room that contained several cat hybrids. All of the hybrids were dressed in the same white jumpsuit that was worn by all of them. I moved closer to the window and took a quick look across the entire room. Almost immediately, I noticed a particular window that caught my attention.

Her ears and tail were midnight black with pink tips, and her hair was pink. Her ears and tail were also pink. But what really drew my attention was the way she carried herself. While the others were continually moving around the room and roaming around, she sat calmly on the large windowsill, brushing her ears and looking down on the others as if she were looking down on them. Despite the fact that she was the queen and this was her court, it was easily discernible that she was completely and utterly bored.

I inquired of Ozzy, "Tell me about the one with the pink hair," and he responded.

A bit too familiar, he pulled a face and rested his hand on my shoulder. He was rather familiar. It's a female cat mix, isn't it? You would benefit from giving that some thought for a moment before you commit yourself to something that you are not prepared for.

When I stared at his hand on my shoulder, I did it with a sharp gaze and raised my eyebrows. He swiftly removed his hand and was embarrassed as he did so. Although it is true that I am exceedingly loving with the people who are close to me, this does not apply to persons who are not familiar with me. Although I am aware that some people view me as a fuckboy, the truth is that I am not. In order for me to be ready for any kind of physical relationship, I need to have feelings for the person I am interested in.

Putting his fingers together in the shape of a teepee, he thought for a moment, "Okay, number 134...she is very affectionate and enjoys cuddling quite a bit." On the other hand, she is only sometimes approachable. Unlike the majority of cat hybrids, she enjoys spending time by herself. She does not exhibit the same level of restlessness as the others. As long as there is a sliver of sunlight available for her to sit in, she will do so with great contentment. In spite of the fact that she does not require constant entertainment throughout the day, she despises being ignored when she is attempting to get attention. Where else can one find it? Quite frequently, she expresses her dissatisfaction with the outfit. In her ideal world, she would be dressed up in adorable garments. Our outfits, according to her, are uninteresting and beneath anything any cat would ever genuinely wear in their life. It is highly likely that she is the most intellectual hybrid cat that we have ever owned.

"The number 134? So that's how you have them named? If I were to take her home, could I change her name? As I pondered the question, I couldn't help but think about how humiliating it would be to be referred to so frequently as a faceless number.

Once more, he put his hands on me without asking, and he drew me away from the window. Exactly what is going on with this individual? Do you know who he believes he is?

According to him, "Let me talk to you quickly about female cat hybrids," he remarked as he peered about to make sure that he was not being monitored. To tell you the truth, I am breaking the rules by doing this, but believe me when I say that you will be grateful to me for the warning. "To say the least, Mr. Fabie, they are challenging to deal with."

I was already set in my decision, but I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. While he continued, I continued to stare at him.

The majority of the time, they are quite possessive and overly affectionate. To the point where the majority of people give them back for that reason alone, although their behavior in regular life is nothing compared to how they behave when they are in heat. When they are in heat, they are adamant about the urge to mate with anybody and everyone on the planet. When I asked him about it, he told me that they go into heat approximately once a month.

"What am I supposed to do when that happens?" I inquired about it.

"Well, to begin, you are going to want to make sure that she continues to use birth control. Not only is it significant, but in all honesty, that is true for any hybrid that you could acquire. At this location, we sell that, so acquiring some of it should not be a problem. You might also try to find her a male hybrid to mate with. It would only be necessary for her to do it once for each heat. There are internet communities that can be used to organize...dates. Alternatively, you may simply confine her to a room and prevent her from interacting with any males in the vicinity. Sex is not required of her in any way. If she does not, she will not suffer any bodily harm; nevertheless, she may experience a great deal of discomfort as a result of this. Alternately... While he was still talking, he made a suggestive gesture toward me by wagging his eyebrows up and down.

As I frowned at him, I was unsure of what he was trying to convey. "What are you saying?" I inquired about it. "Are you suggesting that I...?" I was taken aback by the news.

One of his shoulders was shrugged. It's something that a lot of people do. It is not a major concern. It does not violate any laws and is not even looked down upon by society. It is possible for you to handle it on your own. Alternatively, ask one of your close friends to carry it out. However, it is undoubtedly the same as it is with any other human being. Agreement is required from both parties.

I had no notion that this was a typical aspect of carrying a hybrid vehicle. While I was familiar with individuals who had hybrids, this was the very first time I had heard of any of this. This revelation undoubtedly came as a surprise to me, but at the same time, it did not convince me to change my position.

I made my way back to the window in order to observe her for a little while longer. When a male attempted to grab her attention, she simply yawned and turned her back on him while flicking her tail in his face. He was unsuccessful in his attempt. I let out a chuckle. My gal is that one. I shifted my attention to Ozzy, who was watching me and expecting that I would move on to something more fascinating, but I was about to let him down.

"She's affectionate?" I inquired about it. Then, is it simple to manage? With the exception of what you've shared with me in general."

"Yes, she is quite affectionate, but she is more affectionate with people than she is with other hybrids. In the event that you were looking for someone to love and care for you, she would be an excellent option. She is not at all difficult to manage; in fact, she is quite kind and obedient. However, she is also intelligent enough to manipulate you if you need to pay attention to what she is doing.

While I was unable to tear my gaze away from her, I gave a slight nod. "I'll take her."

Unanticipatedly, the door opened, and Ozzy went inside. He took his time, looking about at all of us and calling out the person he desired. He was aware that each and every hybrid had spent their entire lives anticipating this moment and that they would be on pins and needles because they were hoping that he would call them. This was something that he did each and every time someone who was in need of a companion chose one of us, and I detested him for it. The awful thing was that it prolonged the tension without any justification, simply to destroy the dreams of those who were not selected.

Despite the fact that I had seen the handsome man standing at the window, watching over all of us, I had long since given up hope of ever having a proper house of my own. Following the initial moment when I looked up at the man, I chose to disregard the entire process after that. Nevertheless, I wished that if I were ever selected, it would be by someone who was similar to him. As soon as I laid eyes on him, I was able to recognize the compassion that was present in his eyes. And if he was genuinely selecting one of us, he must have been adamant about having a cat hybrid because Ozzy typically tried to coerce people into adopting the more exotic species. His opinion was that cats, and even dogs, were uninteresting.

At this point, Ozzy took a glance around for about a whole minute before he finally turned his attention to me and angled his finger in my direction, beckoning me to come closer to him. I leaped down from my perch on the windowsill and made my way across to him in a gentle manner. As he reached up and scratched me under the chin, he told me that I had always been a wonderful girl and that he was going to miss me a great deal. I was taken aback, and my eyes widened. The generous man picked me out. Nevertheless, I paid him no mind as he was staring out the window despite the fact that everyone else was attempting to grab his attention. He must be making a mistake.

"Are you sure it's me?" With astonishment, I inquired of him.

"He chose you quickly, too, doll face," he said as he was leaning in closer to me and nodding his head. He did not even bother to pay attention to any of the other people.

In the process of directing me towards the entrance, he expressed to me how fortunate I was that this particular man had selected me, as he was a well-known idol who had the ability to provide me with a prosperous existence. Despite this, I needed clarification about what that meant. I turned around to give the other woman a hug and some words of encouragement because I was aware of the challenges that were waiting for her in the future. She was the last female that remained. Therefore, she would have to fight off the male hybrids that were coming from all directions. Within the span of around fifteen seconds, Ozzy was already pushing me back towards the entrance of the room.

"We don't want to keep Mr. Fabie waiting, now do we?" he issued a warning. He pulled me along till he opened a door, and then he pulled me inside. He did this until he saw me. One of Ozzy's favorite ways to demonstrate his superiority was to drag you along with him. The fact that you did not wish to accompany him was a particular source of joy for him.

As Ozzy was having a conversation with Mr. Fabie inside the small room, I was standing behind him. In an effort to get a better look at the man, I couldn't help but sneak around him and peep around him. It was because he had a good appearance. In particular, I liked the way his face looked when he grinned. The smile that he wore appeared to come naturally to him as if he had been wearing it frequently.

Hendrix Ozzy was a nuisance to me since he kept talking to me even though I was more interested in getting to know the small, attractive kitten that was hidden behind him. In a short amount of time, I saw that she was walking around Ozzy and gazing at me. As I smiled at her, I hoped that I had been successful in passing her examination. I was aware that it was not only my responsibility to select her, but it was also her responsibility to select me.

She looked at me with her eyes, which were large and round, and she did not blink once. It was a habit of hers to grasp her fluffy tail in both of her hands, and I couldn't help but wonder if it was a worried habit. In a shy manner, she smiled at me before diving back behind Ozzy. He continued to talk in an impolite manner. After a few moments, she leaned down, pointed at him, and made her hand open and close in a manner that was reminiscent of a mouth that refused to shut. After making a grimace, she reappeared from behind him. I let out a chuckle.

I stood up and shook his hand, interrupting whatever narrative he was telling me and expressing my gratitude to him for his assistance. I had come to the conclusion that I would have to stop him. The hint was ultimately taken by him. After turning around, he fixed her jumpsuit and gave her a pat on the head before turning back up. Last but not least, he abandoned us.

Despite the fact that she was standing by herself with her hands behind her back and her amazing tail raised in the air with a slight curl at the end of it, she appeared to be quite diminutive. I was aware that cats' tails conveyed their feelings; nonetheless, I found that I needed to do further research on the subject.

I gave her a friendly smile and invited her to get a seat next to me. As soon as I made the request, she quickly complied with it, but rather than sitting next to me, she got down on her knees in front of me and leaned on my legs.

"My name is Fabie Hendrix."

And with a sigh, she pursed her adorable, rosy-colored lips and said, "I'm number 134."

I gave her a grin back. "You don't like being called 134?"

There is no name for it. It is a number for a file. After giving it some thought, she mumbled, "It makes me feel like a piece of inventory, which I guess I am if I think about it." When it came to her feelings, I understood them. That is not how anyone should feel at all.

"May I pet you?" I inquired about it.

My hand was cupped in both of hers as she brought it up to her face and took a long breath. She then grabbed my hand and cradled it in herself. She grinned while she kept her eyes closed. In a matter of seconds, she positioned my hand at the base of her ear, so granting me permission to pet her.

My friend told me, "You have a pleasant aroma." She dropped her head down on my legs and rubbed her face on me while purring as I softly massaged her behind her ear. I was thrilled to see her doing this. It seemed as though the poor animal was starving for attention.

"I am grateful to you. You should know that if you were to move in with me, we would be able to select a suitable name for you-one that sounds appealing to you. In that case, you would no longer be a number. I would consider you a member of my family. What do you think about that?

I could see her looking up at me as she sat back on her heels. I glanced into her eyes, which were a brilliant emerald green, and I saw the hope that was developing in them. She questioned me by asking, "Do you really mean that?" "I would never have to come back here again."

You are not going to return to this place ever again. If you lived with me, you would never leave. You and I have the potential to be content with each other. I reached out and stroked her cheek with my hand. She purred so loudly that she sounded like a speedboat as she pressed her face against my fingers and nuzzled against it.

"I like you," she said. "I like you." "I would like to belong to you if you truly want me."

I declared with a grin on my face, "Good. The matter is resolved, then. However, I do live with six other young men, so I hope that you will be okay with living with a group of young men. Don't be concerned, however; they will love you as well.

A frown formed between her brows as she posed the following question: "But I would belong to only you, right?"

I was able to comprehend her worry. It is true that I would be your sole superior. There is a possibility that they will pet and play with you, but you will be exclusive to me. Her tail, which was still held high, swayed back and forth in a languid manner.

During the time that she was waiting in the small room, I diligently finished the required papers. The gold tag that she was required to wear at all times was given to me, and she was instructed to put it on either a bracelet or a collar. After I had completed everything, I couldn't wait to take her back to my house.

I hurriedly returned to the room where she was waiting and instructed her to go in order to retrieve her belongings. She was perplexed as she stared at me. "You don't have anything?" I asked her, completely perplexed. She motioned with her head. When I looked down, I saw her feet. "Not even shoes?" Once more, she let out a head shake.

I said, "Okay, we'll have to pick you up a few things to tide you over until we can go on a proper shopping trip." We will have to do this. Let's get going." After taking her hand, I led her out of the building and walked her out.

At the very least, I made an effort to. While she was standing in the doorway of the front door, she paused, her tail tucked between her knees and her ears lowered to the ground. I was also able to sense the fear that emanated from her. It dawned on me all of a sudden that she had never traveled outside of the building before.

I don't mind. Hold on to your time. While I was still holding her hand, I assured her that I would not rush her. First, she stepped out of the door onto the rough concrete, and then she grimaced, indicating that she did not want to take any more steps.

My question to her was, "Do you trust me?" Upon receiving her nod, I placed her on the grass after I had scooped her up. It was a gentle smile that grew across her gorgeous face as her toes wriggled in the soft grass. She moved her foot from one foot to the other in a back-and-forth motion. After waiting for a few moments, she got down on her knees and ran her hands through the lawn, which was immaculately maintained. She leaned down and pressed her face into the grass, sniffing it for the very first time. Her tail twitched back and forth as she did this.

"Wow. " "I had no idea that grass was so supple and tickly or that it smelled so appetizing," she said as she glanced around in awe. She laughed and remarked, "I kind of want to roll around in it naked," referring to the item.

For the time being, that is probably not a good idea, but I will make sure that you are able to do so in the near future. Is it true that you have never experienced grass before? I inquired, feeling sorry for her brief existence up to this point.

"I haven't," which was her response. "In fact, except for the bathroom and the mating room, which were attached to the room I was in, I'd never left the room with the window before, except for once when I escaped, but I was punished pretty severely for that."

I assisted her in standing up and then wrapped my arms around her, bringing her closer to me for a close embrace. On the other hand, she grabbed my shirt with both hands and wrapped her tail around my waist, which leads me to believe that she was incapable of hugging.

You are in for a treat, darling kitty, for I have a whole new universe of stuff to show you. It is going to be a good time for both of us! I shared the news with her. With a grin of pure joy on her face, I once more grabbed her hand in mine. "Let's go home."

As soon as we reached the edge of the grass, he forced me to get onto his back and carried me to his vehicle. He did this in order to ensure that my feet would never again come into contact with the pavement. After securing me in the seatbelt on the opposite side of the vehicle, he proceeded to climb through the window himself.

When the car started moving, I immediately became quite worried, and I found that I was having a hard time breathing. Absolutely, without a shadow of a doubt, it was traveling at an unreasonably quick pace. Putting my feet on the seat in front of me, I brushed my knees on my chest and rested my knees against my chest. My fear of seeing out the windows of the vehicle caused me to cover my face with my legs for the rest of the twenty-minute journey. I was terrified of seeing what was outside with the windows.

When he added, "It's okay, scaredy cat; we made it in one piece," his voice was full of amusement. "We made it in one piece." I became aware that we were in a parking garage when I raised my head and looked about. He took a moment to scratch the back of one of my ears despite the fact that he was running his fingers through my hair at the time they were doing so.

I asked him, "Will we have to ride in cars quite frequently?" while keeping my eyes wide open. "Will we have to ride in cars quite frequently?"

Eh, mmm, ahhh. In the majority of cases."

I echoed, "But it's scary," as I groaned in desperation.

It is not needless to worry. You have a stunning appearance. "I would never allow anything to hurt you," she said with a smile, "you'll gradually become accustomed to it." Never in my life would I allow anything to hurt you.

Even though there was a chance that I was incorrect about that, I would do anything to make him happy, and because of that, I would do all in my ability to stop being afraid.

When we arrived at the flat, which he referred to as a dormitory, we discovered that it was a very large space! He took me on a tour of the region, but I was convinced that I would only be able to find my way around if he were there to assist me. He took me on the tour. It was surprising how many rooms and corridors there were in the building. The moment that I laid eyes on it, it reminded me of a maze puzzle that I had previously encountered in a book. Due to the fact that I had spent my entire childhood in a single room, this was a huge break from that.

Upon approaching a specific door, he grasped my hand and led me down a hallway until he arrived at the door. He continued to do this till he reached the door.

While he was opening the door, he proclaimed, "This one is our room," as he did so. During the time that I was taking everything in, I explored the room on my own. I was under the notion that it was a room that belonged to a member of the royal family despite the fact that it was an ordinary room. I was starting to feel like an idiot because of all the things that I had to admit I had never seen before, but there were also other things in there that I did not understand the point of in the first place. I was beginning to feel like an idiot. The continuation of his interrogation was something that I did not wish to experience.

I chose to take a quick look outside the window. The room was filled with a great deal of natural light as a result of our lofty position. I found that to be appealing. I turned around to look at him again and asked him, "Is there a bathroom?" as I turned around to look at him again. I walked inside so that I could find out what was on the other side of the door that I had pointed out.

In most respects, everything was the same as I had become accustomed to seeing. On the other hand, there was a massive glass box located in the corner of the room, and there was a door that led into the center of the room. In order for me to comprehend all of the new products and the functions that they serve, I need to be more vigilant. This was something that I was still figuring out.

He gave me another embrace as he came up behind me and approached me. "Well, what do you think?"

After giving him a gentle "I love it," I shifted my tail out of his way and responded with a soft yes.

Embark on a journey with me. In the midst of his departure to the bedroom, he made the following statement in order to take a seat: "Let's have a conversation." For the purpose of imitating the way he sat, I positioned myself in front of him and crossed my legs in the same manner as he did. With the intention of placing it on my lap, I drew my tail around in a circular motion. My mind wandered to the question of whether or not it would be a good idea for me to present myself here. When all is said and done, it is possible that I am not the kind of company that he was looking for. Everything that I had to cope with was quite daunting for me. The feeling that I was not in my natural environment was very strong.

During the course of our journey farther into the house, Hendrix saw that she became noticeably more silent. The fact that things were so different here compared to where she had come from made it clear to me that she was in a state of anguish. I could sense that she was being distressed. It was not difficult to understand the indicators; her tail was falling lower and lower, and she kept it close to her as a protective measure. Her tail was constantly becoming lower. She appeared to be terrified, as evidenced by the widening of her eyes and the fact that her ears were virtually pressing against the side of her head. I needed to comfort her and soothe her worries at the same time. I hope she will take pleasure in being in this setting. My heartfelt desire was for her to feel the joy and love that this location holds.

The moment we sat down on the bed, she turned her head to look at her tail, which was resting on her lap. It was almost as if I could hear the rapid beating of her small heart from a distance. While she was tilting her head forward, I positioned her such that she was looking at me by placing my finger under her chin and bringing her around to face me.

I am well aware that it is impossible to overcome. The way you are used to feeling is not the same as what you are experiencing now. It is not a dilemma at all. It is completely unwarranted for you to experience any feelings of fear. You should always be aware that I will watch out for you. My solemn oath is that I. During the course of our conversation, I used my fingertips to lightly trace her cheek.

After taking a big breath, she looked at me and nodded her head. There are a great many things that I have never seen before. This is the first time I have seen them. She was mumbling, "You are going to think that I am the stupidest creature on the face of the earth."

It is not going to happen. Your talent is something that I am well aware of. Let me tell you something: rather than starting with other rooms, let's start with this one. Which one of these do you ought to be able to identify?

She placed her hands on the bed that we were seated on, which was the bed that she was referring to.

"You didn't have a bed there?" She indicated with a flick of her head. Now, let me tell you, this is my bed. In the course of our sleep, we make use of it. If it is not too much trouble for you, I would like you to sleep in this bed with no one else. I get a lot of pleasure from being hugged. I reacted by saying, "In the event that you find out that you do not enjoy sleeping with me, then we will provide you with a bed that is specifically designed for you." "Is there anything else you don't know about?"

The way I responded to her reaction was by pointing across the room and saying, "That is a dresser." It serves as a storage space for our garments. Within the realm of clothing, it is imperative that we make certain that you possess some. In a very short time, I would like to make a phone call to you.

I contacted my go-to hairstylist and inquired about the possibility of her coming to the dorm room in the near future. I hope she can come. Next, I let her know that I required her to finish a very important assignment for me this afternoon. I expressed my need for her assistance. After she made the announcement that she would be returning in a short while, I hung up the phone.

"Anything else in this room?" There was a second instance in which I focused my attention on her.

"What's on the windows?"

Initially, I focused my attention on the window, but then I immediately returned it to her. Are you referring to the drapes? In order to accomplish their function, they work to block the sun.

During the time that she was looking at me. She cocked her head to the side and displayed an expression of curiosity. "Why would anyone block out the sun?"

I responded by saying, "I really don't know why we do it," and then I laughed out loud over my remark. The fundamental purpose is so that we can sleep in the dark during the daytime hours. This is the primary reason. In the event that the curtains are on the verge of being closed, I will show you how to operate them so that you can open them.

I showed her how easy it was to open and close the curtains by walking her through the procedure and demonstrating how simple it was to accomplish. She used her newly gained skill by giving it a couple tries, and she was pleased with the results.

Even before that, she felt more at peace.

"Anything else?"

A small nod was given by her. "What am I supposed to call you?"

"Hmm, what do you want to call me?" I proposed the idea. To tell you the truth, I was under the assumption that she would call me Hendrix. I was unaware of this impression.

She said, "They told us where I lived that we were supposed to call our owners Master." This statement was made after she had given it some thought for a short while. The thought had been occupying her mind for a little period of time. That is the name you would like more people to call you. Is that correct?

I uttered those words while creating a face out of my mouth. "I don't think I'm the master type," I expressed. On the spot, what are your thoughts on the possibility of me calling myself Hendrix or Drix?

"Hendrix, I could call you that if you want," she remarked, smiling for the first time since we got into the car earlier. "I wouldn't mind you calling me that." "I wouldn't mind if you called me that."

I continued by saying, "Now for the most important question of the day," while I was posing the question. I grinned brightly and continued. "What do you want me to call you?"

"I get to choose?" she asked, showing her astonishment at my response of "yes." "I get to choose?" She gave the topic some thought for a brief period of time. The only names I am familiar with at this point are those of individuals who are members of Hybrid Heaven; other than that, I don't really know any names anymore. Having said that, there was a garden that was located outside the window of our room, and it was brimming with stunning red flowers all over the area. I could spend the entire day sitting there and watching those flowers move in reaction to the breeze. During my time there, I was informed by one of the young women who worked there that the blooms were referred to as poppies. On the other hand, if I were given the ability to choose my own name, I would choose Graham as my name.

"Graham?" I exclaimed, "I absolutely adore it," and I meant it. You are capable of doing it. There will be no more instances in the future in which you are referred to as number 134. You are going to be known as Fabie Graham from this point on for all time.

For the very first time, I had never before witnessed her ears standing at such a height. Her tail was practically trembling with joy because she was on such a high level of happiness. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back while simultaneously clenching her fists together and bending her head back. Dear Hendrix, it was without a doubt the most fantastic gift you could have ever given to your friend! Currently, I am not working in the inventory department!

She leaped into my arms and gripped me so tightly that I was concerned her frail arms might break under the pressure of the embrace. She jumped into my arms at that moment. As soon as I caught a glimpse of her enjoying herself to such an extent, a sensation of warmth went through my chest. Since the last time I felt such a sense of contentment, it had been a very long time since I had experienced it. It was a source of happiness for me to be able to bring happiness to her. Having gotten down on my knees, I proceeded to drop a kiss on her forehead.

As she jumped away from me and left me in her clutches, her brows furrowed in concentration. The expression of her bewilderment was conveyed by placing her hand on her forehead and repeating the words, "What the heck was that?"

Due to the fact that she gave the impression that I had attempted to swallow her while she was still alive, it was a horrific and adorable experience at the same time.

It is not clear to you what a kiss is at this point. To what end? To the best of your knowledge, you have never been kissed by another person. I will be the first to admit that I was confused this time, and it was uncomfortable for me to actually seek an explanation. I will also admit that I was baffled. "But... you've been in heat before; you've mated before, right?"

She continued to rub her forehead and then gave a tiny nod to indicate her agreement. To what extent does that play a role in this particular circumstance? There is no way that we could have even come close to doing what you have just done! In order to complete the task at hand, they would just bend me over and take care of it.

What kind of an idiot am I here? It was, without a shadow of a question, the way things came to be.

The fact that I had unexpectedly awakened her was something that I apologized for as I drew her in closer to me. You received a kiss on the forehead from me. To put it another way, it is a form of affection. It's possible that someone will kiss your lips, face, forehead, or even your other hand. One more possibility is that they will kiss your cheek. This conduct is exhibited by individuals when they are experiencing feelings of love or affection for one another. Nevertheless, the person in question must be someone who holds a unique and significant place in your heart. Before you go around kissing random individuals, be sure you don't just do that.

According to her, "Trust me; I won't," she reaffirmed with a fierce tone. "It felt like lightning shot through my entire body when you did that."

Is that the case? "I suggested that we give it one more shot and see if it occurs once more," I commented further. During the process of bringing her back to me at a more intimate distance, I gave her a kiss on the forehead. Following that, her cheek turned into... The rhythm of her breathing was erratic and unstable, and all of a sudden, I realized that I was unable to tear my eyes away from her lips where she was smiling. In spite of the fact that she was merely supposed to be my companion, I was aware that I shouldn't have the desire to kiss her in such a manner.

In what specific way am I acting? Put an end to your music, Hendrix!

On the other hand, there was a part of me that did not want to stop.

I was able to hear the doorbell ring, which brought me a great deal of relief. Through the process of placing my forehead on hers, I was able to stabilize myself, and then I pushed her away from me in a gentle manner.

I smiled warmly at her and then took her hand and said, "Come with me." Lucy will be waiting for you at the entrance. I then gave her a kind grin.