The Wolf in a Dog’s Coat

On a stormy rainy night, Emily, a veterinarian running a pet clinic alone, picked up a wet and injured "puppy" by the roadside. Only after bandaging it did she realize it was the runaway younger sister of the wolf king. That very night, a dozen fierce wolves silently surrounded the clinic; the leading giant black wolf bowed deeply to her as a gesture of respect before retreating into the forest.

The next day, a new neighbor named Hugo moved in next door. Broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, devastatingly handsome, he not only brought coffee, fixed the pipes, and lifted a 50-pound bag of dog food with one hand, but also looked at her with the innocence and nervousness of a small animal. Meanwhile, the clinic was frequently hit by "species invasions" at night: that majestic black wolf leader showed up through the window every night, and Emily casually named it "Chocolate", forcing it to take lemon bubble baths, get its fur combed and massaged, and listen to her gush about the exciting gossip with the neighbor during the day.

The arrogant black wolf whined in apparent disgust, but its tail wagged like a propeller under the covers. Emily had no idea at all that the person she was flirting with day and night was, from start to finish, the same man! The 300-year-old Alpha of the wolf pack had no dignity in front of his fated mate, and even went so far as to be insanely jealous of his own wolf form.