It was hard to imagine black and grey-furred werewolves mingling with the rest of society. The ruling King and Queen had pristine white fur, while nobles sported silver or golden hues. Commoners typically had red or brown fur, and I, Deonna, was as black as coal. Marlon Roessler, a highly esteemed nobleman and head of the Roessler family, held a belief that those with dark fur were seen as unclean, illiterate, and without limits. As a lowly wolf slave, I was expected to厌恶他, but strangely, his own wolf couldn't shake its attraction to me – he claimed I was his destined mate. Perhaps God had a twisted plan, given our encounter following a drug-induced incident. As weeks passed, our connection intensified, and Marlon found himself repeatedly seeking me out for intimate encounters, viewing me as nothing more than a filthy, black-skinned sex slave. However, one day, he admitted to being captivated by something deeper within me.
