Chapter 01Because of my high physical needs, I bought a cold, gorgeous werewolf to keep by my side.
But he had a terrible attitude, a foul temper, and he never let me lay a hand on his body.
He would glare at me with clear disgust in his eyes and sneer coldly:
"I would never share a soul bond with a pathetic woman like you."
I was worn out, completely done catering to his ego.
I wandered the luxury werebeast market to clear my head, and that was when I saw him – a breathtaking silver snake werebeast.
He looked up at me with glistening, helpless eyes and begged in a soft, trembling voice:
"Master, please buy me.
I have two perfect cocks to serve only you."
The market staff shot the caged snake werebeast a sharp warning glare.
"Watch your filthy mouth in front of customers."
The staff quickly turned back to me, forcing an awkward polite smile.
"My apologies, sir. This snake unit just arrived yesterday. He hasn't learned the market rules yet."
I lifted a hand casually, stopping the staff from yelling at him again.
"Don't scold him. It's fine."
I slowly sized up the werebeast locked inside the temperature‑controlled cage.
Silvery‑white long hair falling over his sharp collarbones, deep cold almond eyes, flawless pale skin, and a tall straight nose – he had a deadly exotic charm no human could match.
The snake scales covering his lower body shimmered pale silver, glowing faintly under the market's warm lights.
His upper body was carved with tight, defined muscle lines, cold and powerful.
He held my gaze steadily, letting me admire every inch of him without a single trace of resistance.
I asked in a calm, commanding tone: "Are you obedient?"
He nodded hard, eyes full of desperate loyalty.
"If you take me home, Master, I will obey every single order. I'll do anything you want."
The staff instantly caught my interest and pitched smoothly beside me.
"Silver snakes are naturally docile, low‑maintenance, and extremely good at satisfying all kinds of special human desires."
I nodded slowly, already making up my mind.
"Alright. I'll take him."
Bright, pure joy instantly bloomed across the snake's handsome face.
His thick silver tail slipped out through the cage gap, gently coiling around my neck.
He rubbed the cold scale lightly against my jaw, the gesture soft, clingy, and eager to please his new master.
The market purchase contracts were complicated, and raising a snake required tons of special temperature‑control supplies.
The staff told me to come back in three days to finish the pickup process.
Before I left, his tail still refused to let go of me.
I chuckled softly, patting the cold scales.
"See you in three days."
He slowly retracted his tail, eyes turning red with unease.
"Master, don't go back on your word.
I'll wait patiently for you to come get me."
He lowered his head, looking pitiful and insecure, like he feared I would abandon him without a second thought.
Honestly, if the rules allowed it, I would have taken him home right that second.
Chapter 02
I headed home in an excellent mood.
The second I stepped through the front door, Dominic Hunter, my contracted werewolf, pulled a terrifying cold face and blocked my way.
"Where were you?"
"Why are you coming home so late?"
"I'm starving. Feed me."
Dominic was the wolf I bought three months ago.
Back then, he was the most eye‑catching werebeast in the entire market — wild, handsome, powerful‑looking.
I thought I'd picked the perfect one.
But after bringing him home, I realized he was insufferably high‑maintenance and spoiled rotten.
Werewolves were extremely territorial, so I moved out of my luxury high‑rise penthouse just to buy a three‑story private mansion for him alone.
He had an outrageous appetite, so I hired an exclusive top‑tier chef who specialized in werebeast nutrition just to cook his meals.
I gave him everything he ever asked for.
But he only let me hug him occasionally — never kiss him, never touch his sensitive ears, and absolutely refused to form a soul bond with me.
Once I took him to a wealthy elite werebeast banquet.
I watched other people's werebeasts act affectionate and obedient on their masters' laps, the wererabbit dancing cutely to entertain the crowd.
Only my wolf sat in the corner throwing a childish tantrum, just because I handed him a slightly sour grape.
It was humiliating and unfair.
After the party ended, he acted like he was doing me a huge favor by carrying my drunk body home on his back.
Yet the second we reached the bedroom, he threw me roughly onto the mattress without any mercy, nearly breaking my spine.
I snapped at him angrily, listing every single thing he had done wrong – his terrible attitude, his coldness, his refusal to satisfy me.
Instead of apologizing, he shot back ruthlessly.
"You're a freak. Neither male nor female."
"I'll never bond with someone like you."
I was so furious I actually laughed out loud.
A total ungrateful parasite.
I told him the truth about my body the very day I signed the contract and brought him home.
Why pretend to be disgusted only after I'd spoiled him for months?
Soon I figured out the real reason.
It was never just about my body.
He had been eyeing my rich, powerful older sister Rebecca this entire time.
I would never swallow that humiliation.
All my affection for Dominic vanished completely.
Right then, I decided to replace him with a better, sweeter werebeast.
Chapter 03
I glanced at Dominic lazily, no warmth left in my voice.
"We have a private chef at home. If you're hungry, feed yourself."
Dominic frowned, acting coquettish and unreasonable.
"But I want you to feed me personally."
I shot him down coldly.
"You have hands. Use them."
He stared at me in complete shock, wolf ears twitching irritably.
"Riley Vance, why are you talking to me like this?"
"Did you wake up in a bad mood today?"
Too tired to argue with him, I took off my coat and walked straight toward the stairs.
Dominic's footsteps followed closely behind me, restless.
He asked cautiously, a hint of unease in his tone.
"Is it because I threw you on the bed the other night?"
"I'm sorry. I've never carried anyone before. Werewolves are naturally rough and strong."
I kept silent, not bothering to reply.
His temper flared up again instantly.
"I already apologized. Don't push your luck, Riley."
I grabbed my bathrobe, turned to look at him expressionlessly.
"Dominic, you're free."
"You can go back to the werebeast shelter or find a new wealthy master. Your choice."
Dominic's face shattered in an instant, eyes wide with panic.
"What do you mean?"
"Are you doing this just to make me beg for attention?"
"Fine, you win. I admit I was rude."
I didn't waste another word on him, walking straight into the bathroom.
All I could think about was the gentle silver snake werebeast waiting for me at the market.
He had confessed his special secret to me so honestly.
Once I brought him home, I was definitely going to check every perfect inch of him carefully.
After showering, I walked out to find Dominic lying stubbornly on my bed – something he never did before.
He turned his back to me, voice stiff and awkward.
"I'll let you kiss me tonight. You can even touch my wolf ears."
In the past, this small concession would have made me soften immediately.
I only touched his ears once on the first day I brought him home.
After that, he never allowed it again.
But one day when my sister visited, Rebecca casually rubbed Dominic's ears, and Dominic not only didn't get angry – he blushed.
The memory made my cold anger flare again.
I used to be far too forgiving.
I didn't even glance at him, my tone icy and final.
"I don't want to kiss you. I don't want to touch you."
"Go back to your own room."
"Tomorrow morning, you leave my house for good."
Dominic lost his temper completely, jumping off the bed and glaring at me fiercely.
"You'll regret saying this!"
He slammed the bedroom door so hard the walls shook.
I didn't care at all.
I lay down and opened my phone, scrolling through the snake werebeast photos the market sent.
The more I looked, the more I couldn't wait to bring him home.
