Patrick threw her onto the bed like a madman and penetrated her again and again. It seemed that only in this way could he feel that she was still by his side and that she would not leave him.
None of them enjoyed this mad sex.
Gloria was like a broken doll, lying weakly on the bed. And Patrick was like a beast and was panting heavily.
Gloria did not want to look at him. She stared at the ceiling in a daze.
Patrick moved and got up from her.
Standing on the ground with his bare feet, he opened the drawer and took out the bottle.
He strode to the bedside and stretched out his arm. "Don't you need the pills?"
"What do you mean?" Gloria looked flustered.
Patrick sneered. "Are they really vitamin pills?"
Patrick unscrewed the cap, his deep eyes fixed on Gloria. He poured out a handful of pills on his palm and stuffed all of them into his mouth.
He swallowed them in front of her.
Gloria's face changed. Without thinking much, she rushed to Patrick instinctively and grabbed his arm, shouting, "You can't take them!"
"Why? Aren't they vitamin pills?" Patrick put on a fake smile. He said calmly, "You took them, right?"
Gloria was silent. What could she say? Could she tell him that they were contraceptive pills?
Patrick chewed the pills indifferently in his mouth while looking down at her. He didn't seem to feel the bitter taste.
Gloria opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but she failed to.
She stared at Patrick's neck. Every time he swallowed, she felt her chest tighten. She couldn't tell why. She thought she no longer cared about him.
Gloria looked up at his eyes and said, "Spit them out."
"Why? Can't I share these vitamin pills with you?" Patrick said in a relaxing tone, but his eyes were filled with heart-wrenching pain.
He thought, 'At least, she still cares for me.' How ridiculous! He could only threaten her with his life!
Gloria tried to stay calm and said, "It's not good to take too many vitamin pills at once. Spit them out."
Patrick looked at her and said, "Okay."
He planned to expose Gloria's lie on the spot. However, in the end, he hid everything in his heart and continued to pretend that he did not know it.
He spat out the pills in his mouth and frowned. "The vitamin pills are too bitter. I will change them for you."
Gloria's expression changed drastically, and she snatched the bottle from his hands. Then, she explained with a stiff expression, "I like the taste. Just let me finish this bottle."
Patrick touched the wound on her back. Gloria's entire body stiffened, and she almost roared, "Don't touch there!"
"If I cure you, can you give me something in return?" Patrick looked at her gently.
Gloria felt cold all over. Although Patrick looked calm on the outside, he was actually going crazy inside. She begged, "Don't mess around with me, Patrick. You said that I am your mate, and you want to live a good life with me. I accept it. So, don't be like this again. I am scared."
She thought that Patrick had come up with a new way to torture her. She was terrified.
Patrick had mixed feelings over Gloria's words. He never knew that he could be so emotional.
"That's right. You are my mate, and it is the Moon Goddess' arrangement. We should live a happy life together." He pressed her head against his shoulder while his left hand clenched into a fist.
"Gloria, do you know what I want?" Patrick whispered in Gloria's ear and could feel her body stiffen.
"Can you please stop it?" Gloria did not want to answer his question.
Patrick looked at her and smiled. A trace of pain flashed through his eyes, and he said softly, "Okay. Since you don't want to talk about it, I won't ask again.'
He changed the topic, and said with a slightly begging tone, "Don't take the vitamin pills anymore, okay?"
Though Gloria was in his arms, she still clenched the bottle and refused to let go.
Patrick stared at the bottle and thought, 'If she compromised, I would promise her anything other than leaving me. I swear, Moon Goddess.'
Time seemed to stop. It had only been a few seconds, but Patrick felt like a century.
"Let's talk about it after I finish this bottle," Gloria gave him an answer he didn't want.
Patrick's body stiffened. Gloria still wanted to take those damn pills! She simply didn't want to have babies with him.
Patrick pushed Gloria away gently and took the bottle from her hand. Seeing her anxious expression, he smiled at her. Then, he took out another pill and put it into his mouth.
He pressed Gloria's head with his palm and fed her the bitter pill into her mouth. Gloria was in a daze.
She pressed her chest tightly. It was as if only in this way could she alleviate the pain in her heart.
The kiss was bitter and sad, yet it also carried a trace of pleasure. However, they were both immersed in pain and didn't notice it.
Patrick let go of Gloria and ruffled her hair. He said indulgingly, "Okay, I'll listen to you. I won't waste this bottle of pills. Don't buy the same brand of vitamins in the future, okay?"
At night, they lay on the bed.
Gloria looked at Patrick beside her and thought, 'He should have figured out the truth. That was why he was angry and dragged me upstairs when he got home.'
'But why did he compromise in the end?' She didn't know the answer. She found it was getting harder to read Patrick's mind and felt annoyed.
Patrick had almost become a nightmare that she couldn't wake up from.
Gloria reached out quietly and picked up the fruit knife from the bedside table.
In the darkness, the knife flashed with a cold light. She approached Patrick with the knife in her hand, and her hands were shaking violently.
Tears welled up in her eyes. She got closer to the sleeping Patrick, and she couldn't stop her hand from trembling.
Gloria hated herself. She cursed inwardly, 'Gloria, you are so useless. You knew that ordinary knives could kill werewolves!'
She put away the knife in a panic. She gripped the handle of it tightly as if trying to crush it.
She couldn't fight back her tears. As she closed her eyes, tears streamed down.
Gloria was never a murderer. Though she knew that the knife couldn't hurt Patrick much, she still couldn't do it. She was so cowardly.
Gloria hated herself for being weak. She sobered up and threw the knife away.
The sound of the knife hitting the ground woke Patrick up.