Chapter 33 Raising every spine to protect him
Colin's POV
That evening, Beta Dennis reported on the situation with the Rock pack and incidentally told me about everything that happened today.
"I was at a nearby law office when I saw Claire hitting someone; she was like a completely different person. Alpha Colin, our Luna is a fierce little wildcat, so decisive! She kept saying that if anyone speaks against her husband again, they'd get it even worse!"
A smile crept across my usually stern face.
No wonder she returned home somewhat panicked that day, incessantly asking me how many years one could get for a fight...
She must be scared, deep down, wasn't she?
To protect me, Claire had raised all the spikes on her body.
There was a warmth in my heart as I looked towards the little woman bustling in the kitchen, my gaze softening.
I quietly walked in.
Claire was battling a dead fish. She used a knife to gut the fish, splitting its belly open.
I smiled, having never before witnessed a woman chopping fish, especially not a gentle little woman like her.
"Why did you come in?" Claire turned at the sound, loose strands of hair falling across her face.
"Why not just buy a cleaned fish?" I inquired softly. "Why go through the hassle of doing it yourself?"
"You just don't understand!" Claire explained authoritatively. "Cleaned fish cost more and aren't as fresh. It's not worth it! I'd rather take the trouble to do it myself and have peace of mind."
I curved my lips into a smile.
It was hot these past days, and Claire was just in a T-shirt and shorts at home. Her white T-shirt was slightly transparent, revealing the straps of her undergarment, and her long legs extended beneath her shorts, dazzlingly exposed before me.
I watched for a moment before suddenly realizing my heartbeat had become erratic. I quickly averted my eyes, adjusting the straps on my apron, which conveniently fell at thigh level.
My throat tightened and grew dry. The kitchen, the apron, Claire bustling about, her bare legs... the sweat beads on her forehead and the tip of her nose.
All of it made me feel as if I had been bitten by an insect.
My wolf Venti whispered with infatuation: "Claire is so cute. She doesn't even realize how charming she is."
I took several deep breaths, ignoring Venti's voice.
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