Then she spun around and left.
Looking at her resolute back, I tried to go after her, but she stopped me.
“Don’t follow me, or you will never sleep with me again.”
That made me stop in my tracks. I had no choice but to watch her leave.
My shoulders dropped. I was so depressed but I still automatically followed her to the room after pondering for a few seconds.
However, before I could reach the door, I heard Sylvia slam it and lock herself in.
I stood outside the door feeling lost, not knowing what to do. I was in the same situation as Warren, who had been sitting outside Flora’s room the other night. I finally understood what he had been going through.
It turned out that once your girlfriend was angry, it felt like the end of the world. Even if the Moon Goddess herself came, it would be useless.
“It’s your fault that you lied. Don’t behave like you’re the wronged one,” Omar said coolly.
“Then what should I do?”
I felt devoid of hope. When Sylvia ignored me, I felt like I couldn’t function normally anymore. My mind was muddled. The calmness I prided myself on was completely gone.
“You can try asking Warren for advice. He seems to have reconciled with Flora.”
It took Omar several minutes to come up with such a seemingly brilliant idea.
“Are you sure? You’d better not land me in bigger trouble.” I didn’t believe in Warren’s ability to handle his relationship. Judging from Flora’s attitude yesterday, it was obvious that she still hadn’t forgiven him.
“Well, Warren is indeed inexperienced in love. Forget it. You’d better leave Sylvia alone for now. You can apologize to her later when she has cooled down a little.” Omar clicked his tongue in disgust, like he was a veteran on the topic of love. “Why can’t you all persuade your mates? It’s pretty easy to convince them.”
“If you’re such an expert, go ahead and fix this.”
My cold rebuttal silenced Omar.
The room was completely silent. I went back to the living room and picked up the pendant Sylvia had tossed to the floor. Then I put it back in the box she had brought it in yesterday.
As I shut the box, there was a knock on the door.
I tried to tame my messy hair, put on my coat that had been lying on the sofa, and opened the door.
Leonard stood at the threshold. He greeted me cheerfully, holding a bag in his hand.
Leonard’s POV
I handed a bag filled with potatoes to Rufus and said, “The residents have sent these for you. These potatoes are round and big. They are a local specialty.”
Rufus accepted the potatoes and welcomed me inside.
“An inventory of the armory has been taken. Take a look at this list when you have time. Geoffrey has a huge secret collection.” I placed the list on the table and swept my eyes around the room, but didn’t spot Sylvia. “Where is your mate? It’s still quite early in the morning. Did she go out to get something again?”
“No. She’s in the bedroom.” Rufus’ face colored with embarrassment and even a little puzzlement, a look I had rarely seen on him before.
I instantly sensed that something was wrong and speculated that they had probably quarreled.
These days, young couples were very impatient.
Just like Warren and Flora were.
“Sylvia is such a sweet-tempered she-wolf. How did you manage to piss her off?” With my hands clasped behind my back, I began to dole out advice as an elder. “It’s not surprising though. Men tend to be careless sometimes and don’t consider the emotions of she-wolves.”
“Do you know any good way to cajole a she-wolf?” Rufus asked humbly.
I snorted proudly, “Of course. The most important thing to remember while persuading a she-wolf is to be shameless. If she says she needs some space alone to calm herself, don’t foolishly agree, or things are going to get worse. The calmer a she-wolf seems, the more terrible the consequences will be.”
I prattled on, teaching Rufus several secret skills to woo a she-wolf.
Rufus listened carefully, asking questions from time to time.
“If you follow my tips, I’m certain Sylvia will not be mad at you anymore,” I promised with a smile.
“I see…” Rufus was in deep thought about everything I’d told him, bringing to my mind a scene from more than ten years ago. When I had explained the key points of leading an army to war to the young Rufus, his expression was as serious and modest as now.
He was always curious to learn more, which gave me immense satisfaction as a teacher. I happily gave him numerous examples I’d heard from others.
He shot me a dubious look. “Do these really work? Have you ever tried them?”
I stopped speaking, a frisson of guilt unfurling inside me.
Honestly, I hadn’t tried any of these methods to woo a she-wolf. I had only heard of them.
Before my wife died, we had treated each other with great respect. We had barely quarreled or talked much.
Ours was a political match. As the daughter of another pack’s Alpha, my wife had etiquette engraved in her bones.
She never liked fighting and killing, but I had been on a mission outside throughout the year, so I was inevitably tainted with a murderous attitude.
As a result, we didn’t really have common topics to talk about when we were alone.
Besides, I wasn’t particularly fond of her personality. I hated her arrogance and her intense desire to control everything around her.
Alina had lived with my wife up until the age of eight, while I had been busy fighting wars outside.
After my wife died, I brought Alina to live with me and personally trained her.
But I realized that Alina’s nature was similar to her mother’s. It took me a lot of effort to straighten her out.
Now that I gave it some serious thought, I discovered that I truly knew nothing about love.
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