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Chapter 203: The Strange Waiter

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

However, there were some accidents.

Some tough werewolves could withstand stress and pain. The werewolf body allowed us to withstand more damage. We also had a strong regenerative ability. Werewolf poison was one of the few existences that could make us feel pain, but once there was a werewolf poison overdose, it was very easy to cause the werewolf’s death.

It was a tough job, and Michael wouldn’t return anytime soon.

I was so sleepy when Michael was here that I wanted to cuddle up and get some sleep. Now that Michael was gone, I was not interested in sleeping at all.

Anything I didn’t do with Michael didn’t appeal to me right now.

I ordered myself breakfast and then checked out some she-wolf news, hoping to give Michael some clues.

Even though I knew that Joanna had left Michael’s house, Michael and I didn’t go back to the house but stayed on the top floor of the hotel. I liked that it was just Michael and me; it felt like we had a home.

It was our little world, our private place.

We didn’t get many visitors, and my friend Kate followed her mate back to the Ancient Wood Pack. I hadn’t seen her in a while.

There was only Samuel, who regularly reported to Michael. When I first met Samuel, I thought he was distant, but now I liked it that way.

Samuel came here almost every day, but he didn’t stay long. He always left as soon as he was done. This gave Michael and me plenty of time to be together.

As for Sasha, she spent most of the day in the library because her college classes were ending.

According to Michael, if we get through this she-wolf thing, Sasha would come back with us to the north during the holidays, where the royal Lycan pack lived.

I knew I’d be meeting Michael’s parents by then, and it made me nervous.

They were the Lycan King and Queen, the rulers of all werewolves who held the highest power.

I didn’t know what they would think of me. In my mind, the Lycan King was a very dignified presence. Would he allow his son’s mate to be just a werewolf?

But I also knew I couldn’t live without Michael, so I had to face him.

The good thing about me was that every day I felt stronger. My bones and muscles were going through a second growth, and so was my wolf.

When I needed to run in wolf form for some outdoor events, I noticed my wolf had grown larger, faster, and more agile.

What Michael and I didn’t expect was that, at some point, my wolf’s eyes would show the same golden color as his. This would make Michael’s wolf so excited that he would even come up to me and try to mark me.

Michael said that this was a sign that my wolf was getting stronger.

I looked forward to the day we would transform into something as strong as Michael’s wolf. Then, Michael and I would become a unique pair of mates, and our union would become the mating of two beasts with golden pupils.

I looked out the window into the distance, feeling hungry and missing someone simultaneously. Michael and I had only been apart for a short time, and I was beginning to regret letting him go so easily.

I noticed that my breakfast hadn’t arrived for a long time. It was strange that Michael had hired a butler to take care of our daily lives. He was a master at handling any demands within half an hour. It had been more than an hour since I’d ordered.

I decided not to wait for him and went downstairs to breakfast. But the moment I opened the door, I saw a man in a waiter’s uniform standing at the door with a tray in his hand.

When he saw me, a flash of panic appeared in his eyes, and it was quickly covered up.

“Hello, your breakfast,” the man said in a low voice.

I frowned slightly. This man was not the butler that Michael had arranged.

Although they all wore the same mask, I could tell from their voices and height that this was not the one we usually saw.

However, I had never taken the initiative to order food. It was always Michael who ordered people to bring it up. Perhaps the hotel itself would arrange for different servers to deliver the food.

I did not think much about it. I just complained, “I’ve been waiting for this breakfast for a long time.”

“I’m sorry, Ma’am. Can I go in and help you prepare breakfast?” the butler asked.

I turned slightly to let him in, but when he passed me, I suddenly felt something was wrong.

There was no scent on this person’s body, which was unusual. He must have used some unique method to hide his smell to hide his tracks.