Unstoppable Unforgiven (Shermaine and Joshua)

Chapter 570

The thought was absurd. She must be imagining things.

Still, this wolf had saved her.

And just when she thought the worst was over, another shot rang out from the tower.

Molly ducked behind a black sedan, yanked the door open, and reached under the seat with practiced ease. Her hand emerged gripping a pistol. Without hesitation, she aimed toward the tower and fired back.

One clean shot, and the sniper went down with a bullet through the head.

Now, wherever she went, the wolf followed, always protecting her.

People couldn’t help but glance at each other, puzzled. No one had ever seen a only had a dog.

a wolf this intelligent. And Molly wasn’t exactly a wildlife whisperer. She

But Molly didn’t have the time to figure out what the wolf wanted. She was busy cutting through her enemies like a blade through silk. To everyone watching, she was death incarnate, a woman with no mercy, no survivors left in her wake.

As for the wolf, it never let anyone get the drop on her. Anyone who tried was instantly met with claws and teeth.

Several assassins ended up torn to shreds, their wounds so gruesome no one dared look too long.

It took over an hour for the ambush to fully fall apart. The attackers scattered, retreating in chaos.

Rain fell in a fine mist as Molly stood silently, jaw tight, the fury in her eyes still simmering.

One of her aides came over with an umbrella, calm and efficient.

She handed Molly a handkerchief. “Ms. Hill, for your hands.”

Molly took it and wiped the blood from her fingers. “Clean it up. I want names. Who backed this hit?”

She didn’t need to spell it out. She meant her siblings. A few of them, clearly couldn’t stand the thought of her taking charge.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Something crossed her mind. “How is my mother?”

“Mrs. Hill is fine. She’s waiting for you in the car.”

Molly’s tone was lazy, almost bored. “Forget it. I’m heading home.”

Just as she turned, she caught sight of the wolf walking away. It was limping, its leg bloodied.

She didn’t think twice and started after it. “Hey, hold up.”

Roy hadn’t planned on staying. He’d come a long way to get to Ustrana, and he looked like hell, filthy, bruised, and barely able to: Molly see him like this.

e couldn’t let

His leg was injured in a fight as he’d been distracted, too focused on pain was nothing new.

keeping her safe, unwilling to go full savage in front of her. It had cost him, but the

He heard her voice, but he didn’t turn around.

“I’m talking to you, boy.” Her voice was sharp and clear. “Stop. Right now.”

Roy paused, then slowly looked back with a pitiful expression in his eyes.

And there it was again, that familiar look.

Molly saw it instantly, that exact same expression Roy used to flash when he wanted something from her.

Molly’s tone had lost its edge. “Come here.”

Roy hesitated, but the pull in his heart was too strong. He returned to her side.

A faint smile touched Molly’s lips. “Good boy.” She reached out and gently patted his head. “You saved my life. And you’re hurt. If you want… you can come home with me.”

The words made Roy so thrilled he almost howled. He struggled inwardly, torn for only a moment.

Molly opened the car door beside her. “I’m leaving now. If you want to come, get in.”

Without a second thought, Roy jumped in and sprawled across the entire back seat.

He only wanted to be near her. Even if it meant staying a wolf for the rest of his life, he was willing.

Molly brought the wolf home.

Hillary had weathered plenty of storms in her life, so she didn’t make a fuss. Today’s little scene would be enough to remind those stubborn old folks and Molly’s siblings that Molly had never been someone to mess with. Feeling reassured, Hillary headed upstairs to get some rest.

Molly took the wolf into her room.

The entire fifth floor belonged to her, accessible only with a keycard. No one could reach it without her permission.

Her husky, seeing her walk in with a wolf, glanced at the newcomer briefly before curling back into the blankets.

That was a wolf, not his kind.

Besides, he was old and too tired for drama.

He’d spent all his energy earlier that morning chasing a butterfly around the garden. Now, all he wanted was sleep.

Molly frowned at the wolf’s dirty coat. The first order of business was a bath. She wouldn’t tolerate otherwise.

She led him into the bathroom. As the shower turned on, warm water poured down.

Roy didn’t flinch. He knew he was filthy and needed to be cleaned.

But in this form, he couldn’t scrub himself.

Soon, he was soaked.

The water stopped. Molly picked up a bottle of body wash and squeezed it onto his fur, She was clearly intent on washing hi

In no time, he was covered in foam.

As Molly’s hands moved from his back to his chest, he let out a startled yelp, lifting a paw as if to stop her.

He might’ve been a wolf, but her touch still stirred something in him.

Molly narrowed her eyes playfully. “A male wolf, huh?”

elf.

“Howl.” came his soft, sheepish reply.

She chuckled. “A little shy, aren’t you?”

Ray lowered his head in silent protest. He wasn’t shy.

But Molly’s tone remained firm. “Still, you need to be clean. I’m a bit obsessive about hygiene.” She straightened up. “Lie down. On your side.”

Roy relented. He had no choice but to obey her.

Shame lingered, but the truth was, he couldn’t help enjoying the care.

With her tending to him, he felt oddly content.

Even so, he used his tail to cover the most private part of himself.

Molly noticed but said nothing, letting him be.

After nearly an hour, the foam was thoroughly rinsed away.

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His fur turned out to be soft and sleek.

She took a blow dryer and worked patiently until he was completely dry. It took over thirty minutes, leaving her a bit winded. “There. All done.”

He was a strikingly handsome wolf, especially his eyes. They were just her type. They reminded her of Roy.

At the thought of him, a hint of sadness flickered in her gaze.

But then the wolf nudged closer, gently pressing his head against her like a child seeking affection.

Molly squirmed from the ticklish motion and pushed his head away. “Enough. I just got you clean. Don’t get me all dirty again.” She looked down at herself.

The effort had left her a mess, but considering how much blood had soaked her earlier in the day, she’d needed a shower anyway. “Wait outside.”

She rose, unbuttoning her clothes as she walked toward the bathroom.

Roy caught a glimpse of her graceful figure and the curve of her hips, images he had long fantasized about. Flustered, he bolted out the door without watching where he was going and smacked headfirst into the wall!

Lucky looked up at the noise, gave him a sidelong glance, then rolled his eyes in pure disdain.

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