Chapter 36 A Werewolf Blood
Just one glance at her, Kira could tell that this woman before him spelled trouble. He could sense some uncanny thoughts in her mind as she looked at him with her lustful eyes.
Natasha moved closer to him, gripping his elbow tightly. Kira's brows were drawn into a deep frown. He was displeased by the way she was touching him.
She raised her hand, lightly brushing his chest. She tiptoed and whispered something into his ear. "Hmm, why are you not talking to me? I said you should come to me at my office or else, my dearest cousin will be the one to bear the consequence of your action."
She tried to threaten Kira, but he remained unfazed. He would not yield to such a lousy threat coming from a mere human.
'Ahem, Except Marceline!' His inner self uttered in his subconscious.
Natasha raised her eyebrow as Kira didn't even budge at her warning. He was not even falling into her beauty trap as she tried to use her charm against him.
'Hmm, aside from his good looks, my cousin's bodyguard is such an interesting fellow. I like him more because I like challenging things.'
Marceline's newly hired bodyguard became the talk of the town in the Zhou Empire. Even Natasha's interest was piqued by Kira.
She was curious about what he looked like. Who would have thought that she would encounter him in this hallway while beating some of the staff under her department?
Natasha snapped out of her train of thoughts when Kira held her hand that was gripping his elbow. He put on a cold aura, a look of distaste could be seen in his eyes.
'I can just erase her memory and everything will be solved,' he thought to himself as he held her shoulders, allowing her to stare into his eyes.
However, just when he was about to use his mind control against Natasha, someone stormed in their direction, breaking the two of them apart.
Kira was astounded to see Marceline who had just come out of nowhere.
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"Natasha, fuck off! Just manage your own staff and keep your nose out of mine!" Marceline said with her angry voice. She was now in the middle of Natasha and Kira.
Natasha sneered at her and said, "Your bodyguard is the one who caused trouble here by beating my staff. I need to punish him myself. I saw what happened. My staff were just talking here when he suddenly attacked them for no valid reason."
Marceline didn't want to waste her most precious time talking to her white lotus cousin.
"Don't challenge me, Tasha! He is my staff so I will be the one to punish him, not other people."
Kira gulped hard as he could feel the tension rising up between the two women. But he was more concerned about Marceline as he could feel that she was furious at this moment.
Without more ado, Marceline grabbed Kira's hand, dragging him back to her office. He just followed her obediently.
He knew he had to explain his actions to Marceline. He didn't want her to get mad at him just because of those scumbags.
When the door of her office was shut behind, her self-control broke down like a bubble that popped after being poked. She pushed him hard on the door, surprising Kira with the strength she exerted to him, one hand was grabbing him by his neck.
'Damn! When did she get stronger like this?' Kira pondered to himself.
He could feel the bone-chilling aura radiating off her. 'I'm doomed.'
Meanwhile, Marceline couldn't understand why she felt this intense fury after seeing Kira getting close to another woman. She could smell Natasha's scent into his body, making her blood boil further.
For some unknown reason, she couldn't stop herself from getting mad and… jealous! Yes, she was definitely jealous! Something within her triggered her emotions.
And at the back of her subconscious, someone was whispering, "He is yours. Only yours! You can't let other women touch him nor have him."
Marceline tightened her grip on his body as she continued pinning Kira on the closed door. But Kira didn't dare to move although he could use his strength to stop her.
Seeing the aggressive behavior of her, Kira was baffled to the core. 'Why is she getting mad at me again? Was it because I created some trouble for her?'
He was staring into her eyes when he noticed something unusual– her beautiful emerald eyes turned brown… No! not brown but amber… like those eyes of a wolf.
Before he could process it in his mind, Marceline started to move, shifting her face closer to him. He just found her nuzzling into his neck as if she was sniffing his scent.
"I. Hate. Smelling. Other. Scent. From. Your. Body." Marceline growled at him, her lips biting his earlobe.
Kira was conflicted about whether to move or not, grab her or let her do as she wants. Then he felt her thumb lightly tracing the line of his jaw and her lips already trailing kisses on the side corner of his face going to his lips, heat suddenly skittered through him.
Kira felt like a different person was in front of him, fiercer and more aggressive than the one he knew.
"You are mine. Only Mine." Marceline muttered before pulling him into a deep kiss.
The kiss was so intense as Marceline crushed his lips with her mouth in a hungry manner. She bit his lips hard, causing them to bleed. Marceline could taste his blood but she continued kissing him aggressively as if she was giving him a punishment kiss.
Trying to pacify the angry jealous possessive woman, Kira matched the intensity of her kisses as if he was trying to convey to her that he was hers.
He pulled her by the waist while his other hand was already holding her chin. Marceline pressed her body against him, wanting to feel more of him. The kiss lasted for several minutes, leaving them breathless.
When they parted, Marceline had already calmed her jealous heart. She was panting heavily, her eyes looking at him intently.
Kira smiled tenderly as he engulfed her in his arms. "I'm sorry… this will not happen again. I will stay away from those ladies, so please don't get mad at me anymore."
Marceline's amber eyes were slowly fading, turning back to their original color. She didn't utter a word. She just leaned her head on his chest while wrapping her arms around his waist.
'Marceline, you are a mystery to me. I am now starting to worry. It seems that a werewolf's blood is running into your veins.'