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Marked by My Secondhand Delivery Wolf

To save on the outrageous wages of hired movers, I, Jade Lawson, bought a werewolf who had been returned three times from a secondhand trading site. The seller warned me he was vicious, wild, and prone to biting. What caught my eye wasn't his temperament. It was his build. Six foot three, solid muscle, the kind of body that looked like it could haul six hundred pounds of packages without breaking a sweat. When he arrived, he was indeed vicious. He kept sneaking into my room at night, pressing his scorching body against mine and grinding his teeth against the back of my neck. I thought he was teething. Or worse, developing rabies. I contacted the seller immediately to request a return. After hearing my description, the seller went quiet for a long time. "We don't recommend returning him." "He's not teething. Werewolves only feel the urge to bite the back of their mate's neck during their rut phase. It's a mate-marking instinct." "He wants you. He's trying to get you to bear his pups."
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Chapter 4

I sat on the couch in the living room and unlocked my phone.

I pulled up the seller's chat window.

It was one in the morning.

"Are you there? I need to return him."

The reply came instantly. "What happened? Did the werewolf hurt you?"

My fingers were trembling as I typed.

"This is worse than that. I think he's lost his mind."

"He doesn't sleep at night. He sneaks into my room and stares at me."

"His body temperature is so high you could fry an egg on him. He won't stop panting."

"He's been sniffing my clothes and saying he wants to bite me."

"And most importantly, he keeps grinding his teeth at my neck. The way he looks at me… it's like he wants to devour me."

"Is this rabies? Or some kind of werewolf plague?"

The screen showed typing.

It took a long time.

Then a voice message came through. I could hear faint laughter in the background.

"We don't recommend returning him."

"He's not teething, and it's not rabies. Werewolves only feel the urge to bite the back of their mate's neck for mate-marking during their rut phase."

"His rising body temperature means he's nesting. He's courting you."

"He smells your clothes because he already considers you his mate. Your scent calms him."

"To put it simply. He's not sick. He wants you. He wants you to bear his pups."

The words on the screen made my mind buzz.

Rut phase?

Marking?

Pups?

I instinctively glanced at my bedroom door.

I remembered the way he looked at me.

That naked, undisguised possessiveness.

It wasn't a predator eyeing prey.

It was a male looking at a female.

And the jerky I had shoved into his mouth earlier.

No wonder his expression had been so strange.

I had basically insulted a top predator in rut with a snack.

Another message popped up.

"If a werewolf's rut phase isn't relieved, the pain can become unbearable. In extreme cases, blood vessels may rupture, leading to death."

"Of course, if you truly cannot accept it, we can arrange a return. However, returned werewolves who fail in courtship are typically humanely euthanized."

Humanely euthanized.

Those words stung.

Adrian might be fierce, but he had worked hard this past month and made me a lot of money.

And aside from being overly clingy, he hadn't actually hurt me.

Just then, a loud crash came from the bedroom, as if something heavy had hit the floor.

Followed by Adrian's pained, guttural growl.

I didn't think. I dropped my phone and ran in.

The room was in chaos.

Adrian had fallen to the floor, wrapped tightly in my blanket.

His muscles were drawn tight to the point of trembling, his skin flushed an unnatural red.

When he heard me enter, he jerked his head up.

His eyes, once deep green, had turned dark red.

Dangerous. Predatory.

But he was retreating.

Forcing himself into the corner.

"Jade… don't come closer."

His voice sounded dragged out of his chest.

"Leave. I'll… hurt you."

Veins bulged across the back of his hand as his nails dug into the floor, carving deep scratches.

He was fighting it.

Using every shred of reason to battle instinct.

I stood at the doorway, staring at the man who could lift six hundred pounds without blinking, now fragile under the weight of desire.

The seller's words echoed in my mind.

If it wasn't relieved, he could die.

I was a businesswoman.

I didn't make losing investments.

But I also didn't want my employee dying in front of me.

And…

I had to admit it.

Looking at Adrian like this—restrained, wild, barely holding himself together.

Something in me stirred.

I drew in a deep breath. Closed the bedroom door.

Locked it.

Then I walked toward the man crouched in the corner.

"Adrian."

I said his name.

"If I don't return you, can you promise you'll work for me and me alone for the rest of your life?"

Adrian froze.

His pupils shrank sharply as I approached.

"You…"

I crouched down in front of him.

I reached out and gently touched his burning cheek.

"Answer me. Can you promise me that?"

He was breathing hard, his cheek rubbing against my palm.

Something inside him snapped.

He lunged forward and wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me into his chest.

His body was blazing hot.

He buried his face in the crook of my neck and inhaled deeply.

Then his teeth pressed lightly against the back of my neck.

"Yes. I'll give you my life."

The next second, he pinned me beneath him.

Those dark red eyes burned with a fire fierce enough to consume me whole.

"Jade. I want to bite you. Now."

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