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Chapter 1: The "Grand Prize" in the Snowstorm

The cold wind at 60 degrees north latitude scraped against Anya’s windbreaker like a dull knife.

The blizzard had just stopped, leaving the world a blinding, stark white. The snow here was knee-deep, making every step an exhausting effort. But for Anya, this was just a typical Tuesday.

As a hardcore wilderness survival streamer with half a million followers, she had lived alone in this remote northern forest for three years.

"Alright, fam, today's goal is to check the three snare traps on the south slope." Anya puffed a cloud of white vapor toward the GoPro strapped to her chest, her voice muffled behind her wind mask. "Last night's blizzard might have brought in some lost critters. Hopefully, we can add something extra to the menu today."

She trekked skillfully through the snow, an old-fashioned Winchester hunting rifle strapped to her back and a survival knife capable of chopping down small trees hanging at her waist. This gear made her look less like a young woman and more like a grizzled veteran just back from a war zone.

The first two traps were empty, buried deep under the heavy snow. Anya wasn't discouraged; wilderness survival was always a game of probability.

As she approached the third trap near the edge of the fir forest, an unusual splash of color stung her eyes.

In the expanse of pure white, a massive, silver-gray object was half-buried in a snowdrift.

Anya instantly went on alert, taking off her gloves and gripping her rifle tightly. She slowed her breathing and approached cautiously.

The thing was motionless, covered in a shell of ice. As she got closer, Anya made out a bushy tail, pointy ears, and that iconic fur pattern.

"Oh my god..." Anya sucked in a breath of cold air. Her tense nerves instantly relaxed, replaced by a mix of amusement and surprise.

She slung the rifle back behind her, jogged over, and frantically dug at the snow with her gloved hands.

A gigantic dog face, one that seemed born with a mocking expression, was revealed.

"Whose oversized Husky got loose? This thing must weigh... geez, it’s gotta be at least two hundred pounds, right?"

Anya struggled to dig the dead-weight creature out of the snow. Its body temperature was frighteningly low, and it had several obvious wounds, looking like they were caused by sharp weapons. The blood had already frozen. The worst injury was on its hind leg; it looked like it had been poisoned, with the flesh around the wound turning an unnatural purplish-blue.

If she left it here, it would freeze solid in less than half an hour.

"Lucky for you, you ran into the Dog Lover of the Year."

Anya sighed and pulled an emergency thermal blanket from her backpack to wrap it up. Then, she did something that would later make her livestream viewers' jaws drop—

She didn't call for rescue (there was no signal here anyway). Instead, she pulled a makeshift sled board from her pack, struggled to push the behemoth weighing over two hundred pounds onto it, and then looped the rope over her own shoulder.

"Let's move!"

This five-foot-five girl, like a human pack mule, dragged the giant beast step by step through the knee-deep snow toward her cabin, over a mile away.

...

Amidst the bumps and occasional collisions, Kaelen briefly regained a sliver of consciousness.

His brain felt like it was filled with lead—the new neurotoxin paralyzing his nervous system. As the Alpha of the largest northern werewolf clan, he had actually been ambushed while tracking poachers.

He felt himself moving. Beneath him was cold snow, but something warm was wrapped around him. A faint scent, a mix of pine and something sweet like milk—a female scent—drilled into his nose.

A human?

He vigilantly tried to open his eyes, wanted to bare his fangs, but his body wouldn't obey his commands at all.

Immediately afterward, he heard a crisp female voice complaining above his head:

"I'm exhausted... You pig-like Husky. When you wake up, you'd better perform a sled-pulling act to pay off your debt..."

Husky?

That word struck Kaelen's supreme pride like a thunderbolt.

He, the dignified Wolf King, the ruler of a multi-billion dollar business empire, was actually mistaken by a stupid human woman for one of those "sled fools" that only knew how to destroy furniture and argue?!

The humiliation almost made him rage back to consciousness right then and there.

A weak gurgle, sounding like he wanted to kill someone, came from his throat before his eyes rolled back, and he was knocked out cold again by the combined force of the toxin and humiliation.

Chapter 2: Debut Stream, Dignity Destroyed

The fireplace in the cabin crackled, and the air was filled with the scent of dry wood.

Kaelen woke up from the heat.

He found himself lying on a soft mat, covered with a thick wool blanket. The unparalleled humiliation he had never suffered in his life—being called a "Husky"—instantly sobered him up.

He snapped his eyes open, met by an unfamiliar wooden ceiling. He tried to move, only to find himself bandaged like a mummy, especially his hind leg, which was securely splinted.

Damn it, the toxin was still present. He couldn't even shift a single finger back to human form right now; he could only maintain this pathetic beast form.

"Hey? You're awake?"

A magnified face suddenly appeared above him.

It was a very young human woman, her skin tanned a healthy wheat color from long-term outdoor activity, with a few playful freckles on the bridge of her nose. Her eyes were large, a pure, unadulterated amber color.

Right now, those eyes were looking at him with overflowing "motherly love."

Kaelen instinctively wanted to release his Alpha aura to intimidate this human who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth, but he forgot his current predicament.

He bared his teeth, a low growl rumbling in his throat.

"Awooo—Roar—"

However, the next second, a hand reached out without any fear and grabbed his noble wolf muzzle.

"Shh, don't bark. Don't be so grumpy just after waking up." Anya skillfully rubbed behind his ears like she was dealing with a tantrum-throwing puppy. "Looks like you're in good spirits, Moon Moon." (TN: A common Chinese nickname for Huskies, implying they are goofy.)

Moon Moon?!

Kaelen's golden wolf eyes were filled with shock and rage. He desperately shook his head to get rid of that hand, but this woman's strength was ridiculously ridiculously strong.

Just then, Kaelen noticed a strange device set up nearby—a camera with a red light blinking right at him.

"Come on, say hi to the viewers." Anya smilingly adjusted the camera angle, perfectly presenting Kaelen's face, which practically had "I want to kill you" written all over it, to the livestream room.

The livestream, which had been suspended for a day due to the blizzard, was instantly flooded with tens of thousands of viewers.

【The Wilderness Queen is live!】

【Holy crap! What is that? That's a huge dog!】

【Streamer, where did you pick that up? That size... is it an Alaskan Malamute mixed with a bear?】

【Hahaha, look at that look of intelligence in its eyes. It's definitely a Husky, no doubt.】

【This dog looks so fierce. Be careful, streamer.】

Anya looked at the bullet comments (danmu), in a great mood: "Let me introduce everyone to my new roommate I picked up in the snow today. Since I found him near the Yukon River, I'm calling him 'Yukon.' He looks like an oversized Husky of questionable purity, and his temper is a bit stinky."

Kaelen stared at the scrolling text on the screen. Although he didn't understand the internet slang, he could feel that thousands of humans were gawking at his current predicament.

He, the dignified Wolf King, had become a monkey in an internet livestream?

"Alright, Yukon. Since you're awake, we need to deal with your personal hygiene issues." As Anya spoke, she pulled out something from the side that made Kaelen's soul tremble—

A toothbrush. A bright pink one.

"Your breath smells terrible. I don't know what rotten meat you ate out there in the snow. Come on, open up. Auntie is going to brush your teeth."

Kaelen's eyes widened in horror. No! Absolutely not!

He began to struggle violently. Although his limbs were bandaged, he used all his strength to twist his body, trying to get away from that pink demon.

"Stop moving! Be good!"

Anya was a woman of action. She directly straddled Kaelen, clamping his massive body with her legs. One hand clamped onto his jaw like an iron pincer, forcibly prying his mouth open.

"Mmph! Mmph mmph mmph—!" (Let go of me! Stupid woman! I'm going to kill you!)

Kaelen let out muffled roars, but it was no use. The pink toothbrush, laden with minty toothpaste, ruthlessly entered his noble wolf mouth and scrubbed back and forth across his fangs.

The livestream room completely exploded.

【Hahahahaha, I'm dying of laughter. Forced teeth brushing!】

【The look in this dog's eyes is desperate. It's like it's lost all its dreams.】

【The streamer is too hardcore. This dog must be at least 200 pounds, and she can hold it down?】

【Yukon: Due to the language barrier, I endured humiliation that I shouldn't have at this age.】

After brushing his teeth, Anya patted his head with satisfaction. Kaelen collapsed on the mat like a dead fish, his eyes blank, feeling that his soul was no longer pure.

However, the nightmare wasn't over.

"To prevent you from licking your wounds, there is one more necessary measure." Like a magician, Anya dug out a huge, also pink plastic collar from the junk pile—the Elizabethan collar, commonly known as the Cone of Shame.

The moment that pink plastic cone was placed around his neck, Kaelen closed his eyes.

If there were a crack in the ground, he would crawl into it right now. If he could transform, he would buy this live streaming platform right now, ban this woman's account, and then throw her into the Arctic Circle to feed the bears.

【Pfft—Pink Tough Guy!】

【This color scheme is incredible. It's too sassy, hahahaha.】

【Screenshot taken! Screenshot taken! Meme of the year is born.】

Amidst the screen full of "hahahaha," the Northern Wolf King, Kaelen, ushered in the darkest day of his ruling career.

Chapter 3: The Temptation of Food

After all the tossing and turning, it was getting late.

Anya cooked herself a pot of steaming canned baked beans, the aroma filling the cabin.

Holding her bowl, she sat on the rug in front of Kaelen, and then pushed a stainless steel dog bowl in front of him.

The bowl was filled to the brim with dull-colored pellets.

"Eat up, Yukon." Anya said generously. "This is emergency reserve food I carried up from the mountain. Although it's a bit damp, it's still nutritious."

It was cheap, bulk, low-quality dog food with high starch content.

Wearing the pink Cone of Shame, Kaelen arrogantly turned his head away, presenting the back of his head to the dog bowl.

Are you kidding me? He, Kaelen Valerius, whose daily diet consisted of air-freighted fresh venison steaks, deep-sea salmon, or at the very least, nutritious meals specially prepared by Michelin-starred chefs.

Asking him to eat this garbage prepared for lower creatures? He would rather starve to death.

"Huh? Not eating?" Anya chewed on her beans, looking at him doubtfully. "Is it because the wound hurts too much and you have no appetite? Or is it..."

She suddenly thought of something: "You weren't spoiled by your previous owner, were you? Only eat fine food?"

Kaelen gave her a cold side-eye. That look was full of the meaning: "Stupid human, take away your garbage."

【This dog is so cocky. It's actually picky about food?】

【Huskies, you know, their stomachs are delicate. It's normal.】

【Streamer, don't spoil it. Starve it for two meals and it'll be fine.】

Anya looked at the danmu and shook her head: "No way. It's seriously injured and needs nutrition right now. How can it recover if it doesn't eat?"

She sighed, put down her bowl, walked to the storage cupboard, and opened a locked cooler chest.

A rich, bloody scent of meat instantly wafted out.

Kaelen's ears twitched uncontrollably.

Anya took out a top-quality venison steak weighing fully two pounds, bright red in color with perfect marbling. This was the best trophy she had hunted before winter, and she hadn't been willing to eat it herself.

"Lucky you, silly dog."

Anya didn't cook it. She cut the raw meat into large chunks and threw them into the dog bowl.

With a "clang," blood splattered on the walls of the stainless steel bowl.

That primal, sweet aroma, rich in protein and energy, grabbed Kaelen's stomach like an invisible hand.

His salivary glands began to secrete frantically, and the head that had been so arrogant just a moment ago now disappointingly turned back slowly.

It's raw... fresh... top-quality venison...

No, Kaelen, you must hold on. You can't bow your head to this woman who put a pink cone on you just for a piece of meat.

Reason was struggling, but his body was honest.

His stomach let out a thundering "GURGLE—".

Anya burst out laughing. "Your mouth says no, but your body is honest."

This sentence became the last straw that crushed the Wolf King's dignity.

To hell with dignity! Only by surviving can there be a chance for revenge!

Kaelen jerked his head down. Because he was wearing the Elizabethan collar, his movements appeared a bit clumsy, but this did not affect the speed of his eating at all. He tore at the venison with large mouthfuls, the long-lost sensation of energy infusion making him almost hum with comfort.

In less than two minutes, two pounds of venison were wiped clean, and even the bottom of the bowl was licked shiny.

After eating, Kaelen gave a slightly annoyed burp and looked up, right into Anya's teasing eyes.

"Sure enough, a Husky," Anya summarized. "So picky. Looks like I'll have to spoil you from now on."

She reached out her hand. This time, because he had eaten her food, Kaelen didn't dodge. She rubbed the softest tuft of fur on his head.

"Alright, now that you're full, get a good sleep. Tomorrow, sister will take you to sunbathe."

Kaelen stiffly allowed her to stroke him. The impulse to kill someone in his heart somehow dissipated quite a bit.

Maybe it was because the venison was just too delicious.

Maybe it was because this cabin was too warm.

Or perhaps, it was because of the faint scent on this woman, like pine and milk, that he didn't find annoying.

Endure for now. The Northern Wolf King closed his eyes inside the pink Cone of Shame, hypnotizing himself. This is just a strategic retreat for survival.

Chapter 4: Awkward Bath Time

Under Anya's meticulous (though slightly rough) care, Kaelen's recovery speed was astounding. In just three days, he could walk slowly around the cabin. Most of the toxins in his body had been metabolized. If it weren't for that damn Elizabethan collar Anya insisted on, he felt he could even try to transform.

But restoring vitality also brought a new problem—smell.

Although Anya had wiped him down with a wet towel, the smell of soil from rolling in the snow, the bloody smell of the wounds, and the unique body odor of the wolf clan mixed together, becoming particularly pungent in this enclosed cabin.

"Yukon, you stink."

On the evening of the fourth day, Anya turned off the livestream (she felt bathing was too private an activity to broadcast) and announced, wrinkling her nose as she stood in front of Kaelen.

Kaelen lay in front of the fireplace, enjoying a rare moment of peace. Hearing this, he lazily lifted his eyelids. Stink? The smell on him was the hormonal scent of a top Alpha male, which could drive countless female wolves crazy in the pack. This ignorant, stupid woman.

"Let's go, time for a bath."

Anya grabbed the Elizabethan collar around his neck without explanation and dragged him into the cramped bathroom like a reluctant oversized suitcase.

A large tub of hot water was already prepared in the bathroom, steam rising. For ease of movement, Anya had changed into a loose sleeveless tank top and shorts, revealing strong, well-proportioned arms and long legs.

For wolves, water meant cold and danger. Especially this act of completely submerging oneself in water; it was simply against instinct.

When Anya tried to press him into that huge wooden tub, Kaelen exploded.

"Awooo—!"

He struggled desperately, kicking his four limbs wildly, splashing water everywhere. His massive size advantage became apparent at this moment, and the small bathroom instantly turned into chaos.

"Stop moving! You mad dog!"

Anya's fighting spirit was also aroused. Soaked through, hair plastered to her face, she threw herself onto him regardless of everything, using her entire body weight to suppress this two-hundred-pound behemoth.

In the chaos, their bodies were pressed tightly together.

In the warm steam, the faint scent of pine and milk on Anya, mixed with the fragrance of shower gel, was magnified infinitely and drilled into Kaelen's nose.

His struggling suddenly stalled.

As a werewolf, his senses were already several times keener than humans. At this moment, he could clearly feel the temperature of her skin, her rapid heartbeat, and the soft rise and fall of her chest pressed tightly against his wet fur.

A strange, hot sensation rose from his abdomen and quickly spread throughout his body.

This feeling was different from the primal impulse he felt when facing a female wolf in heat. It was subtler, deeper into the soul, carrying an attraction that caused him panic.

Is this... the legendary Mate reaction?

Kaelen was stunned by this thought. He, the noble Northern Wolf King, actually reacted to a human woman who treated him like a dog?

He stood stiffly in the tub, letting Anya smear a large dollop of pet shampoo on him and scrub up a body full of suds.

"That's better, good boy." Anya thought he was finally tired and patted his head with satisfaction.

She didn't know that the "good boy" under her hands right now was undergoing the severest test of his wolf life.

Kaelen closed his eyes, chanting cleansing mantras like crazy in his heart. He didn't know where to look—looking down was her pale thighs, looking up was her cheeks flushed from exertion.

The entire bath process was simply torture for Kaelen. Finally rinsed clean, Anya brought a huge bath towel to wrap him up and began to dry him.

To dry the fur completely, she practically held him in her arms and ravaged him.

When she half-knelt on the floor, wrapped his head in the towel, and her cheek accidentally brushed past the tip of his wet nose, Kaelen's defenses completely collapsed.

He abruptly buried his head in Anya's arms and let out a whimper that sounded like a plea for mercy.

"What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" Anya stopped her movements, pulled open the towel, and looked at him doubtfully.

Kaelen twisted his face to the side, daring not look at her. If he were in human form now, his face would definitely be completely red.

"What a strange temper." Anya mumbled and sped up the wiping.

Half an hour later, Kaelen, smelling good and fluffy, returned to the fireplace. Although the Elizabethan collar was put back on, he had to admit that the refreshing feeling after a bath was indeed nice.

More importantly, he was now covered in that woman's scent.

This made him feel a shameful sense of... satisfaction.

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