Unclaimed Luna’s Desire
Chapter 12 Ellie Taken In

Ellie's

POV:

In my view, Weslin had always been a good person. In his thirties, he was rigorous, reliable, and professionally competent. Additionally, he was the youngest and most knowledgeable professor at Moonlit University.I wanted to ask Weslin about

some recent changes I'd been experiencing.

'Am I really going to turn into a wolf?' Just the thought of this made my heart start pounding fiercely.

I couldn't wait to get rid of all of this.

I had a feeling that Weslin would tell me everything I wanted to know.

...

When Paul brought me to Weslin's house, based on the address, he smoothed out the wrinkles on my collar.

"Ellie, are you sure you want to stay in the house of an adult male? He could pose a threat to your safety." Paul held my hand and gazed deeply into my eyes. "If you're willing, I will always take care of you."

I shook my head and declined his offer, "Sorry, Paul. I trust Professor Desire. He's a good person."

Paul looked surprised, clearly not expecting me to praise Weslin so highly.

"Okay, I hope so. Ellie, even though I'm sad you rejected me," Paul promised, "if you ever feel threatened, you can seek my help. You know that I always have a soft spot for you."

Paul left, waving goodbye to me with a hint of reluctance.

'Jesus! No wonder Paul is so popular with women, he's such a gentleman.' I thought.

I took a deep breath.

When the doorbell rang, Weslin answered the door.

I didn't expect him to live alone it was unbelievable for a professor with a high-paying job.

I had assumed he would have a girlfriend or even a family. After all, Weslin didn't look like a bookworm. On the contrary, he excelled in outdoor hunting classes, and his impressive physique often made female students swoon. I was not exaggerating.

Weslin noticed my confusion and smiled at me. "I prefer living alone."

"Will I disturb your life?" I asked.

Even though my request was intrusive, I still worried about inconveniencing Weslin.I stood at the door, hesitant to step forward. His house was neat and luxurious, and I was afraid of dirtying the place with my presence. I felt a bit inferior.

"It's okay, Ellie. I'm happy to help you." Weslin retrieved a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet and knelt to help me change into them. "I've prepared new slippers for you. Hope you like them." "Thank you," I said.

It was a pair of snow-white bunny slippers with two bunny ears hanging on each side.

A tall man kneeling in front of me like this made my heart beat even faster.

'God, who is accepting Professor Desire's intimate care? It's me!' I thought with excitement. "So cute." I said.

I didn't expect him to be so thoughtful, preparing everything I wanted or didn't expect.

As soon as I entered the living room, I smelled the aroma of cheese and beef, making me salivate uncontrollably.

I thought the bread and milk Paul had given me were already a luxury, but everything I received at Weslin's place made me feel like I was in a dream.

Weslin pulled out a chair for me. "Ellie, let's have dinner together."

Weslin, with his golden-rimmed glasses and brown hair neatly styled with wax at the back of his head, looked even more captivating in his casual attire.

I usually saw Weslin in the college classroom, always wearing a suit, standing meticulously on the podium, teaching seriously and having rigorous conversations with students.

I could hardly imagine what Weslin's private life was like.

He was too gentle.

"Thank you." That was the most I'd said to him since I saw him.

Weslin was mature and reliable, always considering everything thoroughly.

I felt like I didn't have to worry about anything because he would take care of it all.

After taking a bite of dinner-despite the beef being so juicy and delicious that my taste buds were salivating-I couldn't help but ask the most important question, "Professor Desire, I've mentioned in my message the recent changes I've been experiencing. Do you think I might be close to having my own wolf soon?"

Since Aelros' transformation day, I had noticed a heightened sense of smell, increased speed, and faster healing abilities. All signs suggested that I might be on the verge of turning into a wolf, but I couldn't help but worry and sought Weslin's insight.

Weslin pushed his glasses up, indicating that this possibility existed. "Some werewolves may exhibit certain behaviors before the transformation day arrives."

I was thrilled to hear Weslin's words.

This meant I was about to become a wolf soon, and I would have the ability to protect myself!

I could kick Danial's ass like Aelros did and fight back when other werewolves bullied me!

I was almost in tears.

I wouldn't be a helpless victim anymore, and I would have the ability to escape hell.

"But during this time, before you truly transform into a werewolf, you need to get enough sleep and maintain a balanced diet. Otherwise, you may fail to transform on the transformation day due to physical weakness," Weslin commented. Weslin gently wiped the food off my mouth with his index finger and patiently cut the steak on my plate into small pieces. "Ellie, you're too thin, but don't worry. I'll help you."

My face turned red instantly due to Weslin's intimate gestures."Sorry. Would you feel uncomfortable if I did this?" Weslin deliberately asked, knowing that it would make me shy. "No, I'm fine." I shook my head.

My cheeks were burning and my heart was still racing, unsure whether it was from the excitement of soon having my own wolf or from Weslin standing in front of me.

...

The bedroom Weslin had prepared was on the second floor.

As I struggled to climb the stairs with my fractured ankle, Weslin noticed my difficulty. "Are you injured?"

Weslin effortlessly picked me up and carried me to the bathroom on the second floor. But instead of stopping at the bathroom door, he placed me in the bathtub. "Your movements are restricted. I can help you bathe." I thought Weslin was a good person, but his actions were just too ambiguous!

I blushed and declined, "I can manage on my own."

Weslin nodded and left, even pulling the bathroom curtain closed for me.

It turned out that I had overestimated myself. When I stood with only one leg in the shower area, I felt my whole body trembling.

The slippery floor made it hard to maintain balance.

With numerous wounds on my body, I had to be careful to avoid infection from the wet floor.

As I reached out beyond the shower curtain to grab the towel Weslin had prepared for me, I slipped and fell to the ground.

"Ouch!" I screamed.

There was a loud noise in the bathroom.

As I struggled to crawl on the floor and attempt to stand up, the combination of the wet surface and my fractured leg made it nearly impossible. After several attempts, I finally turned over and saw Weslin leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

Weslin tilted his head towards the wall, not looking at my disheveled and naked body, just asking me, "Ellie, do you need help?"

"Yes." I replied.

Weslin walked over, lifted me from the floor, and his warm palm pressed directly against my buttocks, his touch burning against my skin.

It was so hot.

I couldn't help but have wild thoughts. 'What would Professor Desire be like in bed?'

Weslin's chest was broad, and I felt safe snuggling in his arms.

"Your figure is great." Weslin suddenly said.

I didn't feel offended. Weslin's tone was just stating a fact, much like discussing a professional knowledge issue with me. The room was warm, and even though I was naked, I didn't feel cold.

Weslin placed me on a dry chair, patiently wiping my body with a towel. The rough towel gently wiped my neck and collarbone, all the way down. Weslin massaged my breasts, even scratching my nipples with his nails.

The familiar sensation made me gasp involuntarily.

When Weslin's palm, covered in the towel's grainy texture, touched my pussy, I instinctively reached out to stop his advance. "Don't..."

Oh, God, I couldn't believe Weslin was actually wiping my body.

Weslin ordered, "If you're not cleaned properly, you'll be uncomfortable. Be obedient."

Under Weslin's command, I had to put my hand down.

He carefully wiped my clitoris, even using his fingers to spread my labia for cleaning.

The towel with granules kept rubbing against my sensitive pussy, making it itch from Weslin's teasing.

Transparent liquid flowed from my vagina.

He held up the towel with the viscous liquid, asking me, "What's this?"

"I don't know." I couldn't look at him.

Weslin didn't press for more questions but carefully wiped my body. He then carried me to the bed, tucked me in, and turned on the bedside lamp. Weslin said, "Have some milk. You must be thirsty after such a long bath."

The cup of warm milk was steaming.

I felt embarrassed to refuse Weslin's care and drank it.

After checking that the cup was empty, Weslin praised me, "Good girl. You finished it all."

Weslin was truly a qualified teacher.

"Thank you for taking me in, Professor Desire." I lay on the soft mattress, expressing my gratitude to Weslin.

Gradually, my eyelids grew heavier, and soon I lost consciousness.

This was the first time I felt so exhausted.

My head felt heavy, and my whole body seemed to be floating in water.

Perhaps recent events had worn me out.

I thought I should get a good night's sleep.