Part 1The Accidental Tutor

On my first day back home for the holidays, my mom pushed a young, hot guy into my arms.

She winked and left me with a cryptic, "You know what to do."

I thought I understood the assignment. So, I took him upstairs and... had my way with him.

Afterward, my mom asked, "So, where's Leo? Did you finish his English tutoring session?"

Looking at the exhausted man lying in my bed, I started to sweat.

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My company gave me an extended break, so I happily dragged my suitcase home for the holidays.

The moment I stepped through the door, my mom shoved a young guy toward me. She gave me a meaningful look and whispered, "You know what to do."

Then she grabbed her purse and sprinted out the door to her weekly bridge game.

The guy was tall—at least 6'1"—with striking eyebrows, clear eyes, and a faint smile playing on his lips. He looked at me obediently and said, "Hey, Sis."

His eyes were innocent. He looked easy to trick.

I immediately understood the assignment. I flashed an 'OK' sign at my mom's retreating back, pulled the guy inside, and locked the front door tight.

He watched me lock the door, paused, and let out a confused, low-pitched, "Hmm?"

That sound. If I listened to it too long, I might get pregnant.

I turned back, put a finger to my lips, shushed him, and took his warm hand to lead him upstairs.

His fingers were long, smooth, and delicate. How does a guy keep his hands so soft?

Although confused, he furrowed his brow but obediently let me lead him.

It wasn't until I pushed him onto the bed that he started squirming like a caterpillar, looking terrified. "Sis, what are you doing?"

I straddled his waist, pinned his hands by his ears, and leaned down, whispering softly, "What else? It was going to happen eventually. We're just... skipping ahead."

For a younger guy, he was strong. As soon as I finished speaking, he grabbed my shoulders.

"Sis, think about this!"

He turned his head away, cheeks flushing red as he stared at my wrists, his voice righteous and stern. He kept pushing, bending his long legs trying to dislodge me.

I reached out and patted his handsome face. "Good boy, save your strength for later."

He tried to say something else, but I covered his mouth. "Shh. Don't talk."

The struggling boy froze the moment I kissed his Adam's apple.

And then, it was like I hit a switch. In a split second, the innocent boy turned into a wolf. The world spun, and suddenly, I was the one being devoured.