"You wouldn't get pregnant, baby." He assured. "I'm gonna order a postenol for you, baby." I narrowed my eyes looking at him. Is he out of his senses? I imagined. This was night and the clinic was proposely closed. He guessed through the way I was looking at him, he shook his head refuting what I had in mind.

"I know you are thinking that the clinic here in the palace is closed by now but it's all round the clock. It's run by doctors 24 hours in a day."

"Wow, so now you're gonna place an order on the drug?" As as ordinary werewolf, I was a virgin. This...