I raised a wolfman. Because he talked back to me to defend my illegitimate half-sister, I coldly whipped his body 88 times. The live comments floating in my vision exploded to 99+. [Oh my god! Is this toxic bitch crazy with jealousy! She’s actually trying to beat him to death!] [What’s the difference between this and treating the male lead like a dog! This is fucking abuse! No wonder he chose to save the illegitimate sister over you!] [If it weren’t for her heavy-handed threats and manipulation, the male lead would have stopped wanting to stay by her side a long time ago!] Me? Threaten? Threaten a disloyal dog? I remained silent for a long time. Then, I let out a sneer and ordered my staff to throw all his belongings out. I turned around and immediately went to the underground beast arena to pick out a new young wolf. Half a month later, he got the news. He rushed over in the pouring rain from my half-sister’s place, gripped my arm tightly, his eyes red as he asked with a trembling voice: "Did you really get a new beastman?" 01 I carried that blood-soaked young wolf into the mansion. The villa was dead silent. No one expected that just a day after I laid down the law, I would actually bring a new beastman home. The butler, catching a vase he almost dropped from his trembling hands, braced himself and asked where to put him. I shot him a sideways glance and retorted, "Where do you think?" A beastman needs to be personally trained, so his room had to be right next to mine. He hesitantly asked, "Then what about the things in that room..." I spoke coldly: "Throw them away." Now, everyone knows. The beastman I raised for ten years talked back to me for the sake of an illegitimate daughter. When we both fell into the water, he didn't hesitate to swim in her direction instead of mine. Last night, suppressing my fury, I whipped him eighty-eight times. But even when the whip was soaked in blood, he kept his jaw clenched and didn't make a sound. I was drenched, my palms burning from the exertion. It wasn't until the final, brutal lash fell that he spat out a mouthful of blood. I scolded him sharply: "Speak!" He finally looked up, his eyes devoid of emotion: "Say what? What does the Heiress want to hear?" Knowing I was furious, he deliberately used rhetorical questions to further provoke me: "My life was bought by you, my bones were shattered and reset by you, and my rules were carved into my flesh by you. What? Now that the wolfman you trained with your own hands isn't listening to you, do you feel like you've lost face?" I found it ridiculous. He knew I trained him, yet when we fell into the water, he chose to save that innocent little flower who was fighting me for the family inheritance. The boundless night in the distance was as thick as ink. He twitched the corner of his mouth: "Anyway, the Heiress has plenty of people who care about her. You won't miss just one me." "Won't miss you?" I felt like I had just heard a joke. "Six, don't forget why I kept you." His gaze was mocking, his posture proud and cold: "I can't guess the Heiress's thoughts." "I only know that the Heiress sits high and mighty, surrounded by admirers. When you were in the water, countless hands reached out to you from the shore, but her back was completely empty." "Maybe the Heiress has never experienced the feeling of grasping at straws when you're about to drown—but I have. In that scenario, only I noticed her." The chill of the evening wind seeped into my bones. I curled my lips in a sarcastic smile: "And so?" His gaze was freezing, his words crisp and clear: "She only has me." Only you??? The absurdity expanded in my eyes. In a staring contest that lasted a full thirty seconds, he didn't retreat a single inch. I sneered and ground my teeth. "You want to be her dog?" "If I must." "I'll deliver you myself." A wolfman's blood and pride would never allow such an insult as being called a dog. But I was going to humiliate him exactly like this. I drove through the night and dropped him off at Chloe Evans's rental apartment. When I kicked him out of the car, he only frowned slightly. Then, enduring the bleeding wounds on his back, he slowly stood up and limped toward the lit villa. His back was proud, isolated, and cold—absolutely refusing to bow his head. 02 They say once bitten, twice shy. No one thought I would raise another young wolf. At first, the boss of the underground beast arena recommended a large batch of different types of beastmen to me. But after looking around again and again, none of them caught my eye. Feeling annoyed, I prepared to leave. Just as I turned the corner, about to step out of the corridor. A bloodstained hand reached out from a cage in the corner and grabbed my boot. I turned my head and looked down. I had seen too many beasts on the verge of death. Most would be hysterical, numb and crazy, or humbly begging for mercy. But unexpectedly. In the filthy blood and cold shadows. I saw a pair of stubborn, bright, dark eyes. He said he was willing to be my dog. As long as I gave him a bite to eat. I glanced at the tag on the cage—Defective Product. The boss, who had been chattering away next to me, saw this and immediately broke out in a cold sweat. I raised my wrist, blocking the boss's attempt to intervene. I took off my black leather glove and slowly squatted down. In the underground fight club, perpetually smelling of rust and rot. A single beam of light happened to hit my fingertips. I lifted his chin, examining him closely. If he had witnessed my entire selection process just now, he should know how strict my requirements were. And he was barely clinging to life, lingering on the edge of death. The heartbeat in his chest became exceptionally anxious at this moment. He could hear his own breathing. The three minutes of scrutiny felt as long as a century. Yet he didn't see any emotion on my cold face. Just as his dark eyes gradually began to dim. I suddenly raised an eyebrow: "Willing to come with me?" His drooping wolf ears instantly perked up. He wagged his wolf tail desperately like a dog, his pupils burning hot like a lit flame. He rubbed against my wrist, eagerly repeating over and over—willing. Willing to come with me, willing to be my dog, willing to be loyal to me for a lifetime, never betraying me. Good. That’s what I like to hear. I looked at the terrified boss next to me and said flatly: "I'll take him." 03 I didn't actually plan to keep this little wolf. After all, he was just a defective product. It was unlikely he could withstand my long and grueling training regimen. When his injuries were mostly healed. I told him, "You can leave now." He was stunned for a long while before asking, "Why?" Emotions seemed to surge in his wet, dark eyes as he stared at me unblinking. I casually flipped the page of my newspaper: "No reason. Just consider it my good deed for the day." The butler stepped forward to pull him away, lowering his voice: "Sigh, our Heiress only wants the strongest and most loyal beastmen. Just give it up. Your predecessor was sent away overnight for disloyalty. He followed our Heiress for ten years, and she didn't even flinch..." The butler was still rambling when the space beside him suddenly became empty. The young beastman had returned. With a slightly hoarse voice, still carrying lingering pants, he asked: "Can I have a chance to do better than him?" I rarely lifted my eyelids: "In what aspect?" He clenched his fingers, saying word by word, earnestly: "In every aspect." Whether it was strength or loyalty. He would do better than the predecessor the butler mentioned. I put down the newspaper and observed him with interest. In the spacious and bright living room. He waited nervously and anxiously for my verdict. When I brought him home that day, I didn't pay much attention to his appearance. Now that he was washed clean, I realized every part of him looked highly aggressive. High brow bone, sharp eyes. But this ferocity was weakened by his currently wet eyelashes. The stubborn and bright dark eyes were exactly the same as that day. —This was also the reason I brought him back. After a long stare-down, I finally spoke: "You may." "As long as you can endure it." 04 My training has always been known for its cruelty. The previously adopted Zero One, Two, Three, Four, and Five all failed to survive this period. And he is the seventh. Names have always been just codenames to me. Aside from bearing my last name, the name Sterling Seven had nothing special about it. But he still nodded very seriously. I didn't intend to ramp up the intensity so quickly. But his potential far exceeded my expectations. In just one week, he completed all the basic training and proactively asked to increase the difficulty. It even made me doubt if the "defective product" tag was a mistake. At sunset, he had just completed a 200-pound weighted mountain run. The muscles in his calves were twitching uncontrollably. He could only press his hands against his knees for support, forcing his body not to collapse. Sixty miles, six hours, maintaining shooting accuracy while his muscles were tearing. He achieved it on his third try. I rested one hand on the window of the SUV, speaking absentmindedly on the phone, while my eyes stayed fixed on his back. Suddenly, as if sensing something, he turned around. Our eyes met from a distance. Against the light of the setting sun, he ran down the hillside towards me. The damp black hair on his forehead was blown by the mountain wind. The distance closed until I could see his flushed neck, and the beads of sweat threatening to fall from his throat. The phone call was from my father, telling me to attend a banquet. He said that as long as I bowed my head, he would let bygones be bygones regarding my actions against his illegitimate daughter. Hilarious. A man so ruthless in his youth actually playing the family card in his old age. I replied lazily and hung up. "Young Lady." He tried hard to calm his breathing, coming to a stop in front of me. Looking at his violently heaving chest, I suddenly realized that every evening, he would run to me panting like this. Even today, when his body was pushed to the absolute limit. I scolded him lightly, neither warmly nor coldly: "Why run so fast?" "I was afraid you'd get bored waiting too long." My hand, which was inserting the key, paused. I glanced at him and said flatly: "Get in." "I came specifically to pick you up, what's there to be bored about." After buckling his seatbelt. He turned his head, his Adam's apple bobbing gently, and finally spat out the sentence he had been brewing for a long time: "It only took six hours today." "Hmm." "And I didn't miss any shots." "Hmm." He didn't need to report to me personally. These data points had already been recorded by specialists. Whether in physical fitness or reaction speed, he was indeed at the very top. You should know, the best record of Six back then was seven hours and three minutes. And he completely broke it in just one week. The live comments were arguing fiercely at this moment— [No way, could a beastman be stronger than the protagonist group??!! Who is this? Did he bump into our wolfman male lead's character design?? Can someone control this!!] [Why the rush? Did everyone forget this is an NP (reverse harem) novel? It's normal for stronger beastmen to appear! What's there to be shocked about? Anyway, they will all eventually bow down to our precious female lead's skirt.] [Exactly, who wouldn't like our gentle, healing, sweet little cupcake female lead! When the little wolf finds out the true colors of the toxic bitch, he will definitely throw himself into our female lead's arms.] [Ugh, I really hope this scene is with our female lead. The little wolf obviously wants to be praised!! Working so hard, finally mustering the courage to ask for praise, and only getting a few cold 'hmms'! My heart aches for him!!] I have now learned to turn a blind eye to these brain-dead comments. Only the last sentence that floated by made me think for a rare moment. Asking for praise? 05 The car entered the city, and the evening glow covered the congested traffic on the overpass. I couldn't help but glance at the person in the passenger seat from the corner of my eye. His ears seemed to droop a bit, and his lips were pursed. He lowered his eyelids, staring at the bloodstains on his body, lost in thought. I rehearsed a few times in my head before finally calling out to him. The young beastman looked up, his thick eyelashes trembling slightly, half of his body drowned in the setting sun, unexpectedly softening the murderous aura around him. Damn it, the words were on the tip of my tongue, but I still couldn't say them. I hesitated, wanting to speak but stopping. "Take tomorrow off," I gripped the steering wheel and finally spoke flatly. Although I didn't praise him, at least I showed some care. He shouldn't be disappointed anymore, right? But after a brief moment of surprise, he told me: "I'm fine, I can continue training." I turned my head, my gaze shifting to his bloodstained calves. Doesn't need to rest? I frowned slightly. The comments answered my confusion— [He thinks he didn't do well enough today, didn't meet his master's expectations. Poor little wolf, female lead, please appear! The evil villain is tormenting him to the point of losing his confidence!] [Sigh, because he's afraid of being abandoned for not being good enough, he desperately wants to prove himself. Unfortunately, he met a ruthless evil villain. If it were the female lead, she would have started showering him with praises long ago.] [To the person above, I think we should look at this objectively. Our precious female lead has a lot of love, so she can share it with others. But for an unloved child like the villainess, it's very hard for her to learn how to love someone else when she grows up. I think I can understand her.] [Speaking up for a toxic bitch like this?? I don't think so. Her twisted personality is her own problem, what did our little wolf do to deserve this?] The arguments in the comments became more intense. I ignored them, my gaze fixed on Seven's face. The afterglow of the sunset fell on half of his face, making the bloodstains on his neck look bewitching. The evening glow in the sky spread inch by inch, like splashed colored ink, so gorgeous it almost made one lose themselves in it. The prolonged stare made every knuckle of his curl and tighten, and the heartbeat in his chest grew more violent with each beat. He couldn't withstand such a scrutinizing gaze. His earlobes became scalding hot, and his eyes involuntarily lowered. Just as he awkwardly tried to turn around to completely avoid my gaze. I suddenly spoke: "You did great today." He froze as he turned around. I added an explanation: "So, you can take tomorrow off as a reward." The congested traffic on the overpass finally started to move. It's not that people who haven't been loved don't know how to love people, but I don't mind learning a little more. Especially towards this young wolf pup that I am personally raising. 06 The banquet a week later. I arrived as promised. This was the day my father officially introduced and acknowledged his illegitimate daughter. The girl, wearing a cumbersome and expensive gown, stood timidly under the brilliant spotlights, receiving everyone's attention. And Six, with a haughty expression, stood behind her in the posture of a protector. Our eyes met from a distance. His eyes were cold. I looked away and met the innocent yet subtly provocative gaze next to him. Her eyes seemed to say: Look, the wolfman, my father, everyone is standing by my side. The comments were cheering— [Sure enough, after escaping that toxic bitch, his whole mental state is different. If it weren't for our gentle, healing female lead, I can't even imagine how pitiful the male lead would be!] [The toxic bitch must be furious, right?? Long live the new couple! No one is allowed to tear them apart!] [Look at her expression, she's probably on the verge of turning completely evil hahaha.] I let out a scoff. Thank you, but I went rogue a long time ago—to the point where everyone fears me. Especially my father. In his eyes, I am ruthless, cold-blooded, the kind of bad seed who would probably scatter his ashes to the wind. Even more fatal is that I discovered the existence of Chloe and his other illegitimate children long before he did. This is the key evidence of his infidelity. Seeing his "devoted husband" persona on the verge of collapse, he had to do emergency PR, bringing back the most naive and obedient Chloe. Claiming it was a mistake of his youth, that he felt guilty and wanted to make amends. Conveniently, this shifted the pressure onto me. If I showed obvious hostility towards Chloe in public, I would be criticized as "narrow-minded," "inconsiderate of my father's feelings," and "unreasonable." He thought I was too proud and arrogant, that after he provoked me over the phone, I definitely wouldn't attend this banquet. But now, not only did I come. I could calmly stand in front of him and smile at the illegitimate daughter, calling her, "Sister." Many guests below the stage were whispering. "Didn't they say Richard Sterling loved his wife more than his life? For decades, it was just this one precious daughter. Where did this illegitimate daughter pop up from?" "Hmph, which rich man doesn't have a few mistresses? Who knows how many are out there." "Looks like the Sterling family's eldest daughter is having a hard time. Giving up a beastman she raised for over ten years to an illegitimate daughter—she must be suffocating from anger." An unfaithful dog, what is there to be suffocating about? I navigated the guests with ease, greeting, complimenting, and toasting. That silent, burning gaze crossed the crowd, following my every move. I ignored it completely. Not long after, a fierce storm suddenly whipped up outside. The gloomy sky was torn apart by lightning, thunder roaring. I turned back and happened to see the wolfman pull Chloe into his arms, gently and dutifully covering her ears: "Don't be afraid." Another clap of thunder sounded. I couldn't help but think of the young wolf pup at home. His condition after training today was a bit off. He seemed... exceptionally agitated. After noticing my frown, Chloe finally pretended to notice me, and said cautiously: "Y-you were originally my sister's beastman, you should go protect her." The wolfman's face was cold: "She doesn't need me." "But..." she mumbled, "Sister looks unhappy right now. It was my fault that caused her to abandon you. How about you go apologize to her now, and I'll go apologize too? I really don't want the two of you to..." He cut her off harshly: "It's not your fault." Two pairs of eyes simultaneously fell on me. I waited for their next sentence. The wolfman's gaze was direct, mocking: "Anyway, the Heiress is high and mighty, whatever she does has her own reasoning. Since it's her own choice, what else is there to say." "It's my fault. Six, it really looks like Sister is mad now, you should..." The two of them were putting on a whole act over there. The butler suddenly ran in, panting. A bad premonition rose in my heart: "What's wrong?" "Seven has gone into heat! The doctor says he's allergic to the suppressants. If he doesn't get comforted, he might die! Young Lady, please come back quickly!" My face darkened instantly, and I turned to follow the butler out. Suddenly, my arm was grabbed hard. My footsteps were forced to a halt. I turned back coldly. The wolfman's red-rimmed eyes stared fixedly at me, his voice trembling as he confirmed: "You got a new beastman?" Chloe stared at us nervously. I sneered and slapped him hard across the face: "Get back to your master!" That slap was light. His hand gripping my arm tightened, his nails almost digging into my flesh. "Avery Sterling, you clearly said you only wanted me as your beastman. Why?" His eyes were sore, staring at me almost stubbornly. "What gives you the right? How can you just casually find a new beastman!" I found it ironic: "Six, aren't you the one doing this?" Who went looking for someone else first? He choked back a sob: "That night... you were the one who threw me away." I suddenly smiled, articulating clearly word by word: "Did I not give you a choice?" After kicking him out that night, I waited on the spot for a minute. A sixty-second countdown. I gave him one last chance to admit his mistake. But his back was proud, absolutely refusing to look back. Even limping, he walked firmly toward Chloe's rental apartment. My knuckles gripping the steering wheel turned white. After a long silence, I let out a sneer. Ten years of training, only to raise an obedient dog for someone else. It was utterly absurd. In the last three seconds. I coldly withdrew my gaze. The roar of the engine sounded in the night. In that split second when he slightly turned his head. I had already turned the steering wheel and sped away.
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