Grey really did become a model.
Eulalia went with him to the shoot. While Grey went to change clothes, a female makeup artist began applying makeup to his face. His expression darkened, his fists clenched, and several times he seemed on the verge of getting up and leaving.
He truly realized how hard it was to earn money.
He already had a certain aversion to pure humans, and the fact that the makeup artist was a woman, so close to him, only intensified that discomfort.
Having spent so much time together, Eulalia understood him well and knew when he was "acting up." She placed a hand on his shoulder, pressing him down gently, offering comfort with a smile, though her teeth were clenched. "It's fine... Graham, it's just makeup. Every model has to wear it."
Grey pressed his lips together, silently wondering, doesn't this woman ever get jealous?
But he gradually calmed down. He was here to make money; he had to endure.
As they say, "Clothes make the man, and the saddle makes the horse." Eulalia gradually came to realize that Grey really was quite handsome—standing at nearly 6.3 feet, with a tall and lean physique. His face had smooth, well-defined contours, a high bridge of the nose, and lips that were thin yet a rich, natural red.
He wore a loose white-and-grey sweatshirt with a round collar, a necklace draped around his neck, and baggy cargo pants paired with high-top flat shoes. Just standing there, he exuded an effortless charm, as if he were born to be a model.
The company liked his indifferent face, and the shoot went smoothly. Eulalia stayed on set, her eyes dazzled by the many beautiful models around her.
During a break for touch-ups, before Eulalia could approach, a tall, slender female model walked up to Grey and started a conversation. "I heard... your name is Graham, right? Can we add each other as friends?"
Eulalia stood frozen in place.
Without hesitation, Grey responded with a word: "No." Then he turned to look at her. "Why don't you come over?"
The female model was probably somewhat famous, and wasn't used to being outright rejected. She seemed taken aback for a moment.
When Eulalia went up, Grey casually pulled her into his arms. "Let's hug for a bit. What do you want for lunch?"
The female model watched them, frowning, a little upset. Eulalia quickly smiled. "Sorry, he didn't bring his phone."
"What's your... relationship?"
Eulalia said politely, "We're in a relationship."
When Grey heard this, the corners of his lips curled slightly.
The female model said nothing and left.
After a few days of shooting, nearly everyone knew about their relationship.
Eulalia wasn't afraid of some people's judgmental stares. She didn't care about those looks that seemed to say she wasn't worthy. After all, Grey liked her, and she was the one who gave him his name.
They had been together for six months, and though they hadn't gone all the way yet, they had kissed and hugged many times. She admitted that Grey loved her more. He had always spoiled her, loved her, held her, and that made her feel very secure.
With so many beautiful and talented women in the modeling world, she wasn't worried that Grey would like anyone else.
But half a month later, something happened.
Grey's rise as a model quickly went viral online. While other models struggled to book jobs for days on end, he was so busy he could barely keep up. With his youthful features and a touch of aloofness in his demeanor, many sports brands sought him out for shoots.
At first, Eulalia was confident. She didn't care about the looks of other models, but Grey was indeed becoming more and more popular.
Even when he coldly rejected them, the models would smile and say, "As expected of the cool guy," and wouldn't walk away.
Grey gave no friendly gestures to them, but Snowheart would sometimes visit, and Grey's attitude towards her was better, and they could chat a few times.
One time, Eulalia went out to buy the juice and returned to find Grey missing. A female model, who had always been a little disdainful of her, glanced at her and chuckled, "Graham and Snoweil are discussing work matters. It wouldn't be polite to interrupt, would it?"
As she turned and walked away, she sighed to herself, "Graham and Snoweil look so perfect together, handsome man and beautiful woman."
Eulalia wasn't angry at these people. She sat in her spot with her phone, waiting.
After a while, she accidentally looked up and saw Grey and Snowheart walking side by side, talking as they walked. Though Grey didn't have a smile on his face, he was responding to her, which was rare for him, this normally impolite blockhead.
Eulalia admitted that ever since Grey became a model and started cleaning up his image, his aura had changed. Walking alongside the beautiful Snowheart, they made an eye-catching pair, as if they belonged to the same world.
She stared at Grey's face, her possessiveness stirring, her hands tightening into fists.
The next day, Eulalia wasn't feeling well, and Grey told her to rest at home, not to come to the set with him.
It wasn't that serious, just a lack of energy. She felt Grey could manage on his own now, so she decided to take it easy.
So, she didn't go that day.
Later that evening, Eulalia stumbled upon a video of Grey and Snowheart that had been secretly filmed. The caption read: "Cool guy Graham must have a thing for Snoweil, even though he's so restrained. But check this out—at 23 seconds, he turned around and smiled secretly."
Her heart skipped a beat. She knew it was fake, of course, but she couldn't control the rush of emotions that swept over her.
In the video, Grey was dressed in white casual wear, and Snowheart wore pink—both from the same brand. They were leaning against a wall, with Snowheart laughing and chatting about something. Grey only nodded after a long pause, and then, after whatever they were discussing, Snowheart's smile grew wider. Grey diverted his gaze, and the corner of his mouth curved up slightly.
Eulalia took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She told herself they were just having a normal conversation. After all, werewolves only had one mate, right? Wait... she suddenly realized something. She and Grey hadn't been intimate, nor had they gotten married. Did that mean she wasn't his "one" mate?
Hey, that's actually important!
Suddenly, Eulalia felt like she might care about Grey more than she had realized.
Look at that, they were just having a normal conversation, and yet here she was, all tangled up in her own thoughts.
Snowheart was such a nice girl, just helping Grey with work introductions. She wasn't the type to overthink things.
In the afternoon, Snowheart had dropped Grey off on her way home, and left soon after.
Eulalia watched them say their goodbyes from the balcony, her lips pressed tight together.
She needed to ask Grey something.
When he returned, he found Eulalia sitting quietly on the sofa, not a word escaping her lips, her gaze fixed intently on him.
He paused for a moment, then walked over. "Feeling better? Still not well? We can... go to the hospital."
"Sit down."
Grey, standing where he used to sit so often, heard her words and silently, almost automatically, lowered himself onto the floor.
Eulalia was quiet for a moment. "Alright, doesn't matter."
She got up, walked over to him, and sat down on his lap, her legs straddling his. She stared at him, her eyes intense. "Grey."
Grey's body stiffened. "W-What... what is it?"
"We haven't had sex yet, and we're not married. Does that mean I'm your lifetime only mate? If we break up now, you could still find someone else, right?"
Grey froze, his expression darkening instantly. The redness in his face vanished. He pressed his hands on the floor and looked directly at her. "What? What are you trying to say?"
He pressed his lips together. "You already are."
"Hmm?"
"You already are the one I've chosen as my lifetime mate." Grey stared at her. "Eula, you want to break up? That's impossible."
The more he thought about it, the more agitated he became. He straightened up, grabbed her waist, and kissed her. His face was red, but pain flickered in his eyes. "What's wrong with you?"
Eulalia finally got a moment to breathe and hurriedly said, "I didn't say I wanted to break up!! I just wanted to confirm something, to confirm if I am the woman you'll choose for your lifetime."
Grey pulled her close. "Of course you are. Who else could it be, if not you?"
"Okay, no problem, now I'm relieved." Eulalia just needed to confirm that.
As for her doubts about Grey and Snowheart, forget about it. Putting Grey aside, Snowheart was an extraordinarily beautiful, rare white wolf. Would someone like him be interested in a regular gray-black wolf like Grey?
However, this incident did make her realize her possessiveness toward Grey.
She had originally thought she didn't have any.
"Grey, I just realized... I like you more than I thought I did." Eulalia said, turning her gaze away, her face flushed.
Grey had been through many ups and downs in life, and even when things were on the rise again, he found himself a little dazed. Being with Eulalia, he knew that this woman just wanted to have a serious relationship. Her feelings for him weren't overwhelming, not really. After all, she had been like a sister to him for so long.
He thought to himself that there was no need to rush; he would take things slowly. One day, she would come to like him.
Neither of them were good at expressing their feelings of affection.
This was, after all, the first time in the past six months that she had said she liked him.
Grey's heart almost stopped beating.
She liked him more than she had imagined...
Does that mean she's liked him all along?
Does that mean she likes him even more now
"Say it... again," he tightened his grip on her hand and kissed her on the lips. "You really do like me?"
"I love..." It was the kind of love that fears losing you, the possessive kind, the one that chooses you even when others question it. It was the kind of love that feels jealousy, the love that clings and doesn't let go.
Eulalia took the initiative to hug him, her voice warm and laughing. "I love you, Grey. You can only have eyes for me, hear me? We're going to spend our lives together."
Grey nodded firmly, the corner of his lips curving into a slight smile.
He thought back to what Snowheart had said earlier that day: "How many cubs are you planning to have? Eulalia's a... more 'earthy' girl, right? She's quite fierce, huh? Grey, do you think you can handle her?"
He couldn't help but grin. Snowheart had laughed like a maniac.
For the past six months, they had been kissing and hugging, but they hadn't taken the final step yet. He knew that Eulalia wanted to wait until their wedding day...
And so, Eulalia, undeterred by the rumors and gossip from the outside world, continued to trust Grey and support him. Six months later, Grey announced his temporary retirement from the industry, choosing instead to return to his family.
Their savings had already reached several million, enough for their small family.
His mate still disagreed with marriage, and he was growing more impatient. Why not get married? What did she want? Didn't she want to marry him?
He proposed.
She wouldn't say no, would she? She had no reason to refuse. She had said she liked him, and he could feel that affection...
She agreed.
Grey felt like the world was beginning to love him more and more.
He had regained the happiness he had once lost, but in a new way.
They invited their friends and held a wedding.
Eulalia, dressed in a white strapless wedding gown, looked stunning, even more beautiful than the famous Snowheart from the snowy mountains. Grey thought to himself that Eulalia was the most beautiful woman.
She was his.
Who would have thought that the once homeless, wandering little werewolf would end up marrying such a fair-skinned, beautiful bride? Graham welcomed his new wife.
"Don't cry, my bride. Don't cry, my beautiful bride."
Why cry? He had already been so restrained.
His round, adorable bride, his precious.
From Eulalia's perspective:
After agreeing to Grey's proposal, he was visibly happier.
He ran around, learning how to arrange a human wedding, insisting on handling everything so I wouldn't have to worry.
Hmph, kid, you're a few years younger than me, yet you're trying to act all grown-up.
Alright, I'll admit it, he did handle everything perfectly—the beautiful, fitted strapless wedding gown felt like it was made just for me. The wedding was held in our new villa. Who would have thought that the once-dismissed 'that' would one day live in a villa and marry a young heartthrob?
I'm married, at the age of twenty-six.
My friends all came.
I want to make it known to the world, to show those who once bullied me just how happy I am now.
That guy drank, and his face turned red. Hahaha, what a loser.
Alright, I'm not that much better myself.
Where did my friends go in the evening?
Did they leave with some ambiguous smiles?
Hey, have another drink.
Wait— I was suddenly lifted up.
Oh, it's Grey.
Oh, it's my husband now.
"Honey~~" I think I called him that?
I was impatiently carried to our bedroom. Tch, look at you, your body's stiff, and your face is as red as a boiled shrimp.
I should be better than him, right?
Lying on the wedding bed, hmm... I guess I feel a little embarrassed now.
Hey, take care of me properly! Got it?
At first, the kisses were quite comfortable. Gradually, I relaxed. I'm not that young anymore, I should definitely perform better than him.
Did I drink too much? I felt dizzy, floating like I was sitting on a fluffy white cloud.
...
...
That damn guy, he's acting like a mute, not saying a word, and didn't stop at all.
...
Ah, big idiot! I'll kill you tomorrow!
You're usually quiet, fine. But what time is it now, and you're still not speaking, just working away?
Hmm...
Alright, it's not all bad...
But that didn't stop me from making him kneel on the floor tomorrow and massage me.
The food made by the housekeeper was delicious too. Fine, I'll forgive Grey.
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Six months after marriage.
Eulalia started trying for a baby, no longer using any contraceptives, and began preparing for pregnancy...
Well, it wasn't even really "trying"—after stopping contraceptives, she was pregnant quite soon.
Grey praised her for having a strong body, for being capable.
Eulalia thought, how could it not be? Her weight had always been around 125 pounds, she never tried to lose weight, spent her days eating well and playing, riding with this guy to the mountains, life was so comfortable—getting pregnant was easy.
Mild morning sickness, pfft, she could handle it.
Holy crap, it's twins.
During the pregnancy, her temper got worse. Eulalia admit, Grey was indeed mature and reliable. When Eulalia's emotions flared, he didn't retort when Eulalia scolded him, and when Eulalia hit him, he was as unresponsive as a block of wood.
Grey tried various ways to make her happy every day, carving strange and unique things for her.
Eulalia finally gave birth!
A twins with one boy and one girl. She felt she was amazing.
According to Grey, they were two grayish-white cubs. Grayish-white, much better looking than their father, who's gray-black, right?
Then...
Why did it feel like... the two kids were getting fatter the more Eulalia take care of them?
Huh? When cubs were five months old, Eulalia saw two grayish-white wolf cubs, crying as they crawled toward Eulalia...
Wow, so cute!!
Grey made Eulalia name the cubs again.
After thinking for a long time, Eulalia named her daughter Iris, and her son Iron.
Yeah, that'll do.
Grey's POV:
My mate is amazing. She gave birth to two cubs, grayish-white, much better looking than me.
I'll take good care of my mate, raise the cubs well, and make them as chubby as their mother.
This is the responsibility of every father in the family.
I didn't sleep much. The cubs cried every day.
My mate can rest well, I'll take care of the cubs.
Truly... endless energy, endless blessings, an ever-enjoyable mate, and a smile that tugs at my heartstrings.
It's been three months, the two cubs have grown so well, white and chubby. I feel so proud.
It's been four months, and the two cubs smell like milk, crying softly. So cute!
My mate's body has fully recovered, and we can share a bed again. Ahem, I'll be gentle.
So delicate, crying again.
Who should I ask about this?
Draven would probably tell me to get lost.
Good girl, darling, my dear mate, just a little lick and you won't cry.
Who would've thought me, Grey would have such a good life today—two chubby cubs and a plump mate.
So what if I'm a little younger? I can still love her, support this family, and raise the cubs.
Last night, she told me she loved me.
Oh my dear deity, on top of the snow-capped mountains, I am truly happy.
Eat snow crystals, take her back to the snowy mountains, and then stay with me forever.
"Grey, hurry up and come here!"
"Okay."
—I love her, I love her deeply. There is no one better than her.
