After being together for a year, Eulalia and Grey held their wedding.
Mainly because if they didn't hold the wedding or get their marriage certificate soon, Grey's resentment would break through the roof.
Every day, Eulalia was under immense pressure from his "bad girl" glares.
Grey had very little sense of security. He almost didn't want to leave Eulalia for a moment. Whenever she left the house, he wanted to follow her.
If she smiled at the delivery man, Grey would be visibly tense. Yet, he didn't show it too much. He was afraid of bothering her, afraid she might think he was being too controlling, afraid she might feel restricted.
When his anxiety got severe, he would climb onto the roof after Eulalia fell asleep, letting the cold wind blow over him as he gazed impassively at the thousands of lights in the city below.
Now, within those countless lights, there was also one that belonged to him.
Will it... last forever?
Is there a time limit to ownership?
At his age, he could still be considered young in the human world, not to mention in the world of werewolves, where the average lifespan stretches to three hundred years. He was truly quite young. Yet, there was always a calmness in his eyes that didn't match his age. Werewolves of his age were still reveling in their youth, laughing and playing all day, full of curiosity about everything human.
Grey was different. He wasn't interested in human video games, animated movies, or the food and scenery. He hardly had any hobbies or forms of entertainment.
It was no wonder Eulalia had called him an old man before.
Six months into their relationship, Grey decided it was time to find some work and start earning money.
Before, he used to think that as long as he ate enough, it was all fine. But now, he had a mate, and in the future, there would be cubs to care for. He needed to earn more, save up, because there would be times when they wouldn't have enough.
In the werewolves, the male only needed to hunt—constantly hunt, make dried meat, and freeze it for storage. Their needs, aside from food, were very small, and they only occasionally needed to trade dried meat for clothes.
For the bonding ceremony, they would also need to prepare a lot of dried meat and beautiful snowstones in advance to have the wolf seamstress make the wedding clothes.
Humans were different. They had their stomachs filled, enough warm clothes, but still had many costly hobbies and entertainment to spend money on.
It was like an endless abyss, never truly satisfied.
Whenever they saw something someone else had, they wanted it too.
Eulalia's best friend was Catriona, the mate of Alpha Roderick, with an enviable status and wealth. In contrast, Eulalia had chosen him—someone who had just enough to buy a house and a car, but little left after that. He couldn't let her down for making that choice.
Though he couldn't compare to Alpha Roderick, he still wanted Eulalia to live a life where she wouldn't envy her best friend's lifestyle.
In reality, he was overthinking it. Eulalia wasn't the type of woman with big desires. As long as she had food and drink, that was enough. Live within her means.
She could go days without stepping outside, uninterested in the bustling, glamorous world beyond. The luxury and grandeur didn't appeal to her; she simply wanted to stay at home, living a simple, ordinary life.
When Grey suggested looking for a job, she too paused to think for a moment. Grey had no formal education, nor any particular skills—oh, except that he could drive.
So, Grey became a taxi driver.
Every day, Grey would come back for lunch. Eulalia would call him once she had finished preparing the meal, and after eating, he would head out to work again.
After a month of working, he felt it wasn't enough—the money just wasn't enough.
Back when he was alone, living in a cave, hunting when he was hungry, a few hundred dollar was more than enough for him. But now, things were different. He would have cubs to raise in the future.
And not to mention, the pay was low, but the passengers were even more annoying—always talking too much, wearing perfume that smelled awful, and even secretly taking photos of him.
This month, Grey hadn't earned much money, but he had gained a bit of fame online.
It all started on a popular social media platform, where a moderately popular beauty influencer posted:
"Today, after I finished shopping and took a cab home, the driver was so damn handsome. He was very young, sharp, his features were so sculpted, truly cool. His hands on the steering wheel, damn, they were so good-looking. I tried to start a conversation, but he only gave me one word in reply: 'Oh.'"
"Guys, I'm not bragging, but I've never been treated this way before. I usually hate when taxi drivers talk to me. They ask a million questions like they're doing a background check on me."
"The driver, was amazing! I really liked him. When I got out of the car, I wanted his contact information."
"But what did he say? Nothing. He just walked off without saying a word."
This post quickly garnered many responses: "I remember the influencer is from Capital, right? It must be that cool guy!"
"My sister took his cab too. She came back saying she saw a comic male lead!"
"Well, I've been in his cab too. I didn't have the courage to ask for his contact, but I secretly took a photo." The photo shows him in the driver's seat, his sharp profile clearly visible, with a high nose and a slightly pointed chin. He's wearing a black hoodie, his broad shoulders and long legs visible as he sits, his hand resting on the steering wheel, long and fair.
This post went viral.
"Is this person some kind of celebrity?"
"Wow! The handsomest taxi driver!"
"Three minutes. I want all his information."
Eulalia was surfing the web when she stumbled upon a post about Grey, and she froze.
"Grey!! You're trending!"
Grey was sitting next to her on the sofa, fiddling with one of his hands, occasionally squeezing it, while looking at himself on his phone, surrounded by various discussions. He frowned slightly.
"Ah, being good-looking really has its perks now. Look at this one—her name's Snoweil, a model who's recently skyrocketed in popularity. She has long white hair, her eyelashes are white too, like a snow woman—so beautiful it almost makes me faint! And she's tall, I mean, at least 5'9"... or maybe 5'10"?"
Grey glanced at it and said, "Her name is Snowheart."
"Her name is Snoweil, a cute name!"
Grey shook his head. "No, she's Snowheart, a werewolf."
"What!?" Eulalia was shocked.
Something flashed in her mind. She seemed to remember Grey mentioning that werewolves were famous for their beauty.
"Wow!! Oh my, this is huge!"
Eulalia felt like she was holding a huge secret and was bursting to tell someone. She quickly shared the news with Catriona.
Grey, however, was deep in thought. Snowheart was a werewolf, yet she appeared on human television and phones. Wasn't she worried about exposing her identity?
What was she up to?
Werewolves had always been low-key in the human world.
Even Alpha Roderick rarely appeared on camera.
But soon, within a couple of days, an unknown number called.
Grey didn't answer, but soon a text message came through: "Grey, pick up the phone. I'm Snowheart. I've got a job offer for you."
Grey hesitated for a moment, then answered when the phone rang again.
"Hey, hey, Grey! How are you?" Snowheart's pleasant and enthusiastic voice came through the phone. Eulalia's ears perked up, and she quickly leaned in.
She stared at the phone with a suspicious look in her eyes.
Grey knew a woman?
Grey directly explained, "She's Snowheart."
"What!" Eulalia's eyes widened.
On the other end, Snowheart laughed. "Well, Grey, I heard you have a mate now. Is the person next to you your mate?"
"Mm." Grey nodded.
Eulalia controlled her excitement and said, "Um, Miss Snowheart, hello."
"Hello to you too, Grey's mate."
"Grey, I saw you yesterday. You're quite popular among humans. Are you interested in modeling? My agent thinks you're great."
Grey paused for a second, then asked, "What do you do?"
"Making money," Snowheart said without hesitation. "A lot of money. Humans' money is too easy to make. Who still needs to go to Roderick? I can make my own now."
Grey pursed his lips. "Is it really a lot?"
"Let me put it this way. I can buy three houses a month now."
Grey's pupils dilated, and he immediately said, "I want to go."
Eulalia was taken aback by her usually quiet and honest companion suddenly deciding to become a model. The first thing that came to her mind wasn't the potential money to be made, but...
"Have you thought this through? What if your identity gets exposed, or if you lose control and your ears show...?"
"Don't worry. We won't lose control that easily."
"Liar. You're clearly easy to trigger. How many times have I seen it already?"
Grey coughed lightly, rubbing the tip of his nose. "Only you see it that often."
"That's different."
Can it be the same in front of a mate and others?
Looking at Eulalia's round, smooth, and fair skin, Grey couldn't help but be utterly smitten, wanting to be closer to her.
Eulalia was in Grey's arms, the two of them sticking close together, indulging in their affection. Grey kissed her neck, played with her hair, then kissed the back of her hand, gently pinching the soft flesh of her palm—utterly enamored.
"Eula, let me go."
He wanted to make more money. There was already one round little one at home, and after they married, there would be even rounder, chubby little ones. They'd be so cute.
