Trained to Crave the Wolf

My husband kept a werewolf as tall as a man.

After witnessing an intimate moment between me and my husband, it began to fixate on me.

That night, I was completing the final set of lunar jiu - jitsu on the training ground's soft mats.

As a human married into the Silver Moon werewolf clan, I was required to perform this training on the eve of every full moon.

It was to strengthen my body's endurance.

Or so Liam had always told me.

Kneeling on the moonlight-drenched mats, I arched my back.

I lifted my hips as high as possible.

Feeling the stretch in my abdomen, I took a deep breath to hold the position.

Suddenly, something heavy pressed against my rear.

It felt like a human belly, but covered in thick, coarse fur.

My first thought was my husband, Liam Anderson.

He was the youngest Alpha leader of the Silver Moon clan.

But the next second, a wet, cold wolf-like muzzle nudged against my forehead.

"Huff… Ha… Ha…"

Foul, hot breath washed over my face.

A long, slobbery tongue grazed the bridge of my nose.

I grabbed the silver training rod beside the mat.

Werewolves had an instinctive aversion to silver.

I swung it backward.

I missed.

When I turned around, Ace was crouched on the polished stone floor about two meters behind me.

In his half-wolf form, his muscles coiled under greyish fur.

His amber eyes glinted in the low light.

Seeing those large, intelligent eyes fixed on me, I completely lost my temper.

"Liam! Get in here now!"

I yelled toward the inner chambers.

My husband was reviewing clan ledgers there.

This was the third time Ace had tried to dominate me during lunar柔术.

It had started since Liam had been intimate with me in front of him.

He claimed it was a ritual.

A ritual to help the Beta wolf understand my place in the pack hierarchy.

"What’s wrong, my moon?"

Liam hurried out.

His movements were silent and fluid.

It was a reminder of his predator nature beneath the elegant human guise.

"I told you not to do that in front of Ace!"

"This is the third time he’s done this!"

"Either banish that beast from the manor, or I’m leaving!"

Ace was a stray Beta werewolf Liam had taken in five years ago.

When standing on his hind legs in full wolf-form, he towered over me.

To be blunt, if Liam wasn't home and that creature truly intended something, I wouldn’t stand a chance.

I was a mere human.

Liam's eyes flickered with something unreadable.

He walked to the weapon rack and grabbed a silver-tipped whip.

He began lashing Ace fiercely.

Ace whimpered.

His large form curled into a defensive ball.

His eyes, however, held not just grievance.

They held a spark of defiance.

"Don’t worry, my heart. I won’t let this happen again."

Liam gritted his teeth.

He put Alpha command into each strike.

The silver left faint, sizzling marks on Ace's hide.

He had made the same promise after the previous two incidents.

I glared at him in silence.

This wasn’t negotiable.

Either the Beta went, or I did.

After those encounters, I now instinctively flinched whenever I passed other Betas in the manor corridors.

They looked at me with curious, unsettling intensity.

Liam finally noticed my resolve and stopped.

He looked at me.

His handsome brow was furrowed.

His mouth was downturned in a boyish expression of conflict.

I raised my hand.

"Don’t give me that speech about how Ace fought beside you during the clan wars."

"I don’t want to hear it."

He opened his mouth to speak.

But he closed it again.

He ran a hand through his dark hair frustratedly.

His youthful face was the picture of torn loyalty.

Seeing him like that, my heart softened.

He was five years younger than me.

He was a charming, gentle partner in public.

But he was a force of primal nature in private.

I adored his passionate strength.

But in daily life, I often felt like his guardian.

When he was upset, I couldn’t help but want to soothe him.

"Fine… he can stay."

"But you must have him fitted with a suppression charm."

It was my bottom line.