36 A Werewolf Blood

Just one glance at her, Kira could tell that this woman before him spelled trouble. He could sense some uncanny thoughts in her mind as she looked at him with her lustful eyes.

Natasha moved closer to him, gripping his elbow tightly. Kira's brows were drawn into a deep frown. He was displeased by the way she was touching him.

She raised her hand, lightly brushing his chest. She tiptoed and whispered something into his ear. "Hmm, why are you not talking to me? I said you should come to me at my office or else, my dearest cousin will be the one to bear the consequence of your action."

She tried to threaten Kira, but he remained unfazed. He would not yield to such a lousy threat coming from a mere human.

'Ahem, Except Marceline!' His inner self uttered in his subconscious.

Natasha raised her eyebrow as Kira didn't even budge at her warning. He was not even falling into her beauty trap as she tried to use her charm against him.