If You're Being Held Hostage, Wiggle the Carrot! - Chapter 43
Spotting their approach, he didn’t wait but immediately walked to them and issued commands.
“No immediate need for examination. Instead, prepare a remedy that can replenish her energy. Something good for a chilled body.”
“Yes, understood.”
“Liam, bring fresh fruits and water. And don’t let anyone up to the third floor without my permission for the next few days.”
“Yes, my Lord.”
Even though their relationship was contractual, the rule of reciprocating favors remained unchanged within the Wolf Clan. Liam perfectly grasped the meaning behind Ivan’s words.
Those who had not experienced such things firsthand could never understand the constant concerns over their master’s safety. With the master’s safety at risk, the safety of Ruby, the only one capable of resolving it, had become of the utmost importance.
Ivan sent them away and took a deep breath before entering his room. The parlor, not just the bedroom, was saturated with the female pheromones to the point of making him dizzy.
“…Is the intensity of her heat a testament to her superiority as a female?”
Regardless of it being an estrus scent, it was so overpowering that he didn’t know what he’d do if he let go of his senses for even a second.
But leaving the parlor was out of the question. He needed to be there for her while she endured her heat. While he could have called in same-s*x staff for assistance, he strangely didn’t want to do so. He didn’t want anyone to see her in heat, even if they were the same s*x.
Ivan questioned his own thinking but didn’t contemplate finding an alternative. With an anxious gait, he circled the parlor and accepted the water and fruits Liam had brought. He should take these to his bedroom, but he couldn’t summon the courage to do so.
“Maybe I should just call the staff.”
Despite his reluctance to call someone else, he couldn’t stop thinking about it.
However, he reluctantly lifted his foot from the ground at the sound of Ruby’s pained whimpering.
Tap, tap.
Even though he knew she wouldn’t hear it, he discreetly knocked before quietly opening the door. The overpowering scent of pheromones in the bedroom gushed through the crack in the door, as if the scent in the parlor was nothing.
Gulp.
He involuntarily swallowed. No, it felt like his mouth might start watering.
“Ugh…”
Ivan, who was completely lost in the unfamiliar pheromones of a different species, barely regained his composure at Ruby’s agonized voice.
He quickly approached the bedside table, placing the fruits and water, then spoke hastily, “If you’re thirsty or hungry, eat these. And if you need anything else, I’ll be nearby, so call anytime.”
“Hmmph,” Ruby responded weakly.
Trying hard not to make eye contact with her, Ivan briskly turned away. All he had to do was leave. Heat cycles were a natural and common occurrence for non-humans, so she should be perfectly capable of enduring it alone.
Muttering to himself as if reciting a mantra, he managed to move his heavy feet and finally reached the door.
“Never look back.”
Clutching the doorknob as if it were a lifeline, he heard a voice that sounded almost lifeless, “Your Grace…”
“…Yes?”
“Do, do you have any… carrots?”
“Carrots?”
Her unexpected request for carrots prompted Ivan to laugh inappropriately given the circumstances. Thinking it was regrettable to have brought only fruits, he nonchalantly responded, ignoring the pheromones stimulating his senses.
“I’ll have them immediately prepare a carrot salad.”
As he turned the doorknob after responding, he heard Ruby’s voice again, almost pleadingly.
“P-please, don’t cut them, just give me wh-whole carrots…”
“…Wouldn’t that be uncomfortable to eat?”
Trying to suppress his instincts in such a stimulating situation, Ivan found himself unintentionally turning back at Ruby’s.
“W-who said I was eat-eating them?”
“Then?”
…What was she planning to do with carrots?
