Wait! How Did The Stray Dog I Picked Up Turn Into A Man?!

I scuffled around on my bed, trying to stretch out my body but I felt pangs of pain all over. On my neck, my arm, and even my face.

Slowly, I opened my eyes, realizing why I was in pain and then I sighed. It was a ’good’ deed that got me all patched up.

Speaking of... I turned to the other side, hoping to find the dog I had rescued from the streets, but what I saw was tanned flesh, bulged pectoral muscles, and an inverted nipple right in my face.

My heart skipped a beat for a moment but I didn’t move. Could it be that I was dreaming? I thought. It was like seeing an angel in your dreams during trying times.

"Why are you staring at me?" A rather hoarse voice rang into my ears and my eyes widened, raising my head to see the face of the person who was lying next to me. "What?"

It was a man with black hair and black eyes.

I gasped and bolted out of my bed in fright. Who was this man in my bed? Where did he come from?

I took the sheets along with me when I bolted out of the bed, and only then did I realize he was fully naked.

My eyes shot open, and I almost screamed in horror because there was apparently a good-looking and naked man on my bed, lying next to me, and... I caught sight of the ears sticking out of his head and the tail... He looked like he was a creep who had quite a kinky interest.

"Who are you and how..." I glanced around to make sure I was in my house and didn’t get taken in while I was drunk. Once I confirmed it was mine, I turned sharply to him. "How did you get in my bed?"

"What are you talking about? You brought me here of your own free will." The man said, slowly sitting up and subconsciously exhibiting what was in between his legs. It was a rod, I was sure of it.

But there was no time to concentrate on that, I needed to call the police and report that there was a creep in my bed.

"I don’t know how you found your way in but I’m not letting you go before you spill what agenda you came here with. So, who... who are you!?" I asked, trying my best to look as fierce as I could but he did not seem to be bothered one bit.

The tail I thought he was wearing slightly moved, and it made me curious how he was doing that. But honestly, that was the worst possible time to be thinking of anything else.

The man in front of me could be a thief, a serial killer who knew how to get into people’s homes unnoticed, or he could be a crazy rapist, waiting for his victim to quiver in fear before carrying out his action.

’I need to find my phone. Too many things have happened already, who knows if he’s here to threaten me for my life or money?’

I hurried and got my phone from the lamp table while keeping my guard up against him so he wouldn’t do anything unexpected.

In any case... He had quite a high level of pride, given how he was staring down at me like I was something beneath him.

That made me really annoyed because I had my first share of people looking down on me the previous day. The people at work, and even Zane...

I paused, recalling that I had indeed been cheated on. Maybe I didn’t feel it so much when I caught him in the act because of all that had been going on, but the facts remained.

The guy I had been dating and in love with actually saw me as no less than an old guy whose legs he could spread at will, and once he got tired, he decided to move on with a woman.

Reality was so cruel.

"First, you take me here against my will," the man spoke up and I raised my head, having no time to dwell on my sadness. "And then you accuse me of unauthorized entry. Tell me, is there any reason why I shouldn’t get mad and rip your guts out?"

"W-what are you talking about? I took you here? Don’t speak nonsense. If I took someone as big and handsome as you to my house, how would I not know it?" At that moment, I spilled out what I thought about him, but even that did not spike him.

"Believe it or not, you’re the one who should go to jail for what you did." He said, and I gasped.

I turned around for a moment, trying to wring in my thoughts. Did I do something like that when I was drunk? Was that why I couldn’t remember?

But... The only thing I remember doing was picking up a dog and taking it to the vet. I took it home and... I gasped and sharply turned to him.

"Where’s my dog?" I asked and my question annoyed him.

"Your? Dog?" His tone went deep and I could feel the spite in them. He slowly got up from the bed, and as someone who had no self-defense skills, I took a step back. "Did you just call me a dog?"

"What are you talking about? I’m asking about the dog I brought home with me last night." I said and looked past him. The blanket I had wrapped him with was right there but... Where was he? "Did you do something to it? Tell me, where did you take my dog right now or I’m really calling the police."

This man gazed down at me, intimidating me with his height and bigger build. He was naked, and down there was the rod he carried in between his legs, on full display.

He had no shame.

So, he was an intruder, a creep with kinky interests, and most definitely an exhibitionist if he was going to stand in front of me like that with no shame whatsoever.

"You want to know where your ’dog’ went?" He asked, his angered tone piercing through my ear. "Well, I’ll let you know that there was no ’dog’ to begin with." He said and I frowned.

"What are you saying? I clearly..."

"But..." He intercepted my words, his eyes suddenly glowing. "You did pick up a wolf."

"The dog was... A wolf?" I was a bit confused. Wouldn’t I know a wolf when I saw one? "So, where is it right now? Whether it’s a dog or a wolf, I don’t care. I just care that it’s hurt and needs to be taken care of. So, where did you hide it?"

He looked me in the eyes, his lips suddenly curling up in a wicked grin and he said,

"The wolf you picked up... is standing right in front of you."