Vanya's POV
Cliff's body paused for a moment, but soon, my words seemed to enrage him. "Wake up? You conspired with Veronica to drug me, wasn't it for this? Vanya, what innocence are you pretending now?!"
"This has nothing to do with me!" I was anxious to explain.
But I also knew that with my past actions of pleasing Veronica, Cliff would never believe me.
Sure enough, Cliff's grip on my hands tightened, and I felt like a trapped prey, powerless to resist.
As Cliff's hand was about to tear at my clothes, I was desperate.
Fortunately, I was prepared and quickly took out the hidden stun gun from behind me.
Without hesitation, I pressed the switch, and with a few "crackling" sounds of electric current, Cliff fell to the ground stiffly the next second.
I looked at Cliff, who was lying on the ground with a flushed face and unclear consciousness, and rubbed my forehead helplessly.
In the werewolf clan, situations like being controlled by drugs are extremely troublesome. If not dealt with quickly, with the powerful and untamable strength within werewolves, it would definitely cause a big mess.
It might even expose their wolf form in a frenzy, which would be disastrous.
I gritted my teeth and dragged Cliff to the bathroom with difficulty.
In the bathroom, I quickly filled the bathtub with cold water and carefully adjusted the water temperature. After making sure that the temperature could alleviate the drug's effect without endangering his physical condition, I began to undress him cautiously.
But just then, Cliff opened his eyes.
My action of undressing him froze, and I inwardly cursed. It seemed the stun baton's power was still not strong enough.
In the werewolf world, even in a weakened state, Cliff, as a powerful Alpha, his innate dignity and strength should not be underestimated.
At this moment, his eyes were full of vigilance and anger, even though the drug's effect had not completely faded.
"Listen, I want to help you. I have no other intentions." I was scared and raised my hands high to show my harmlessness.
The drug was still taking effect, but fortunately, Cliff was somewhat sobered by the electric shock just now.
"Get out of here!" Cliff's voice was hoarse but still full of anger and the dignity of an Alpha.
His voice carried a sense of oppression in the silent night, making me, also a werewolf, feel a bit scared.
I didn't dare to disobey this time and ran out of the bathroom, closing the door tightly behind me.
Soon, the sound of water came from the bathroom.
I let out a long sigh and took the opportunity to go upstairs.
As soon as I entered the room, I smelled a peculiar sweet fragrance.
This scent was very light, faintly mixed with the aroma that Cliff often used.
I knew Cliff had trouble sleeping, so he always had the habit of using aromatherapy before bed.
As a werewolf, my sense of smell was several times more sensitive than an ordinary person's. Upon smelling it, I suddenly realized.
It seemed Veronica had put the drug in the aromatherapy, using the evaporation when the aromatherapy burned to slowly infiltrate the drug's effect.
Thinking of this, I hurriedly walked over and extinguished the aromatherapy, finally feeling relieved.
I stood in the room, listening to the movements in the bathroom downstairs. My werewolf hearing allowed me to clearly catch Cliff's heavy breathing in the bathroom.
That sound carried a hint of pain and struggle, and my heart tightened as well.
I knew he was struggling against the drug's effect in his body.
And I, besides waiting, seemed to be powerless.
After more than an hour, Cliff finally came out of the bathroom.
Seeing his face return to normal, I breathed a sigh of relief.
But before I could say anything, Cliff glanced at me coldly, his eyes full of suspicion and disgust. The meaning was self-evident.
I felt a burst of bitterness in my heart, only helplessly smiling bitterly.
Whether in the past life or this life, in his heart, his opinion of me seemed to have never changed.
He believed that I conspired with Veronica to set him up.
"Stop using the incense in your room," I said softly, then turned and went upstairs.
I knew Cliff was smart, and he would soon find out that Veronica had tampered with the aromatherapy.
As expected, the next day, I saw that aromatherapy was thrown into the trash can.
After last night's thrilling incident, Cliff's attitude towards me returned to the previous cold and distant state.
We were like two strangers forced to be in the same room, with no warmth between us.
Cliff asked Elliot to take me to college.
I walked into the classroom and habitually looked at the last row, finding that seat empty.
Wilmot always liked to skip classes, and now, because of the previous news incident, he was too lazy to even come.
"Vanya, don't leave after class is over," Derrick came over with a serious face and said to me.
I nodded, knowing that Theodore probably wanted to see me.
Sure enough, as soon as school was over at noon, I saw Theodore's car parked steadily at the entrance of the Wolfe.