Chapter 5 Woman, You've Caught My Interest

As a precaution, Falcone decided to leave through the window. After grabbing her belongings, she glanced back with lingering fear. The tall, terrifying figure was still facing away from her, unmoved because of the dog whistle. After confirming her safety, she carefully stepped out of the window, walking along the roof's edge. During this time, she didn't dare to stop blowing the whistle, even though she had already walked quite far. The London streets at midnight were deserted. She walked alone, feeling a bit frightened: "Phew...! So even terrifying werewolves are still canines and can be affected by a dog whistle." Just when she thought she was completely safe and was about to take out her phone to tell her dear Theresa about her ordeal and ask her to come pick her up, she felt a pain in the back of her neck, her vision darkened, and she uncontrollably passed out. What awaited Falcone was not the cold, hard pavement but a warm embrace. Armand Moutou looked helplessly at the girl in his arms, his clothes stained with little specks of blood, showing that he had rushed over without time to change. Looking at Falcone, still disheveled and injured, Armand muttered with a heartache in his voice: "My little falcon... who could have made you look so wretched!" A silver-white Bentley Mulsanne quietly arrived and parked on the nearest roadside to Armand. A servant quickly got out of the car and opened the door for him. Armand gently lifted Falcone into the car, as if she were a delicate piece of crystal, and found a cluster of black hair around her neck. After examining it for a moment, he crushed it into pieces: "Hmph! So it was Ulysses Boris, that bastard, who hurt you. Just wait, I'll tear him limb from limb and present his mutilated body to you!" In the closed car, the smell of blood from Falcone's neck wound became even more noticeable. Not only him, but even the driver and servant were swallowing hard. Armand's eyes, full of pity, suddenly widened. The light gray eyes briefly and rapidly turned red, and silver-white hair grew on the hand that had been caressing the girl's cheek. Armand gritted his teeth, suppressing the desire to kill in his heart, and reluctantly moved his gaze away from her neck, pressing down the window to catch his breath. "Damn it, it's the night of the full moon today, and she's bleeding from her wound!" "Damn it! I have to hold back!" He forced himself to look in the direction of the driver and suppressed his emotions, saying: "Go to 38 Queen's Road! Fast!" "P. You go to Helen's, erase all traces of this girl's presence there!" Sitting in the passenger seat, P. respectfully replied, "Yes," then rolled down the window and quickly got out. During this time, Falcone twisted uneasily, burying her head completely in Armand's arms, deeply inhaling his scent, murmuring in her mouth: "Don't!... Save me!" "Let go of me!" Her voice gradually turned into sobs, choking with tears. Through her scent, Armand knew she hadn't lost her virginity, but to retain that purity from the hands of that bastard and escape, she must have suffered a lot. Armand suppressed his urge to kill and anger, placing his hand on her head, a pale halo enveloping her: "Have a good sleep. When you wake up, all these nightmares and memories will disappear." "My love, my dear little falcon!" About 20 minutes after Falcone left, Ulysses, who had been stiff and motionless, was able to move slightly. However, his hearing was much sharper than that of an average werewolf. Even though the dog whistle had gradually faded away, he was still affected by it. His subordinates recovered their mobility before him and quickly burst into the room: "Boss, what happened?" "Boss, are you okay?" Several black werewolves, smaller than him, helped him onto the bed and knelt before him respectfully. At this moment, Ulysses couldn't hear the dog whistle anymore and regained control of himself. Although he couldn't move just now, his consciousness and senses were clear! The provocative actions of the girl before she left made him itchy with desire. Ulysses pressed his thumb against his forehead, his blood-red eyes filled with both killing intent and amusement. As the sole heir of the Boris clan, his formidable strength made even the revered elders in the clan show him respect. Which aristocrats in the human world would dare to provoke him?! Not to mention women, who would gladly offer themselves to him, hoping to spend the night with him. It was the first time he had been treated like this. Such a little thing not only dared to mock him but also rejected him, patting his forehead! This was simply outrageous! In just a moment, he had already planned to torture her with dozens of evil tricks! Missy, run as much as you want, you've successfully caught my interest! Our game has begun! I will find you and punish you severely! He licked the remnants of blood on his fingertips, savoring her purity and allure. A cruel smile appeared on his terrifying face: "Go find the woman from before and bring her here! If she doesn't cooperate, a little injury won't matter!" Falcone slept soundly for a long time, without any dreams throughout the night, just feeling a inexplicable soreness in her neck. She suspected she had slept in a bad position and strained her neck. "My sweetheart, you're awake!" Theresa's loud voice startled her, and Theresa brought over a plate of breakfast. Rubbing her sore neck, Falcone took the plate: "Thanks, dear. Without you, I wouldn't even know where I'd end up dead!" Just as she took a bite of bacon, Theresa, sitting beside her, nudged her with her elbow, looking mysteriously: "It wasn't me! Your one-night stand was quite considerate, knowing to bring you back." "I could tell from afar that the man had a good physique! Come on, tell me, was he good in bed too?" Falcone blushed at the mention, feeling extremely embarrassed. Last night... did she really have a one-night stand with a stranger? Damn it! How could she not remember anything? She didn't even remember what the guy looked like! Falcone shook her head in frustration. After eating some food, she felt a bit better from the soreness all over her body. She sighed: "Sorry, dear. I must have been too drunk. I don't remember anything!" Pausing for a moment, she remembered the soreness in her body and nodded: "But he must have been strong to make me feel like this!" Theresa ate her breakfast somewhat disappointedly and glanced at the clock. She quickly speared a piece of fried egg and said as she ate: "Oh my god! It's already this late!" "Sweetheart, we need to hurry up a bit. The graduation ceremony is at 2 o'clock this afternoon, and it's already almost 1 o'clock! I still need to do a beautiful makeup!" After being urged by Theresa, Falcone also hastened her eating. She quickly stuffed a few mouthfuls of food into her mouth and washed them down with milk. Originally, she just wanted to wear her school uniform to school, but the lovely and stylish Theresa disagreed, forcing her into a light purple spaghetti strap dress. She felt a bit shy as she had never worn such revealing clothes before.