Oops I Accidentally Ended Her Fake Perfect Life novel Chapter 305

**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley**
**Chapter 305: Caught with Empty Paws**

It was a moment Emma had never experienced before—the first time she wrapped her arms around Marcus in his magnificent beast form.

The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt.

So soft…

Oh, how I long to run my fingers through his fur…

As she nestled into the silvery-white coat that enveloped him, a faint, icy scent wafted into her senses, wrapping her in a comforting embrace. She could feel the warmth radiating from his broad back, inviting her to sink deeper into the softness.

With a surge of affection, she stretched out her arms fully, pulling his thick, fluffy neck closer to her. She buried her face into the plush fur behind it, rubbing against it with a sense of pure bliss and contentment.

But as she reveled in the moment, Marcus froze. His entire wolf form became a statue, his mind a blank slate, caught off guard by her unexpected display of affection.

What… is my huntress doing right now?

Is she… nuzzling my neck?

Before he could fully process that bewildering thought, Emma’s delicate fingers began to explore his sleek fur, wandering through it with an innocent curiosity.

Sometimes she caressed, sometimes she scratched; every touch landed perfectly, igniting a fire within him.

So good.

So utterly addictive.

Marcus squinted in sheer bliss, a low, involuntary rumble escaping from deep within his throat.

A wave of warmth surged through him, enveloping him like the soothing embrace of a hot spring, making his mind feel hazy and intoxicated. He felt as if he were floating, utterly lost in the moment.

His tail curled up gently, a possessive gesture, wrapping around Emma’s slender waist, pulling her closer still.

Those silver-gray wolf eyes darkened, swirling with an ink-like depth, as his massive body shifted slightly. It was as if he yearned to roll her onto her back beneath him, to claim this moment in a way that only he could.

The air thickened, the temperature rising, tension hanging like a heavy curtain between them.

Emma, attuned to the shift in the giant wolf beneath her, felt a sly smile creep onto her lips. In a bold move, she tightened her embrace, transforming the tender moment into a decisive hold.

“Aw—”

Marcus, lost in that soft haze, was abruptly yanked back to reality by the grip around his throat. A puzzled, wounded whine escaped him, breaking the spell that had enveloped them.

The heat that had surged moments before now felt trapped, caught between confusion and desire. The dazed look in his eyes morphed into shock, pure and unfiltered.

Emma’s strength was perfectly measured—enough to make him squirm but not enough to cause him true pain.

With a playful yet assertive grip, she seized one of his fluffy ears and growled, “Be honest! How much are you hiding in your secret stash?”

At the mention of “secret stash,” the white wolf’s body stiffened, as if a cold wave had washed over him.

Oh no.

How did she find out?

Panic surged through Marcus, his silver-gray eyes darting around in a frantic search for answers.

Who could have betrayed me?

Silas?

No, it couldn’t be. Silas had covered for him on more than one occasion. He didn’t seem the type to spill secrets.

Edric?

That sly trickster—perhaps. But Marcus had never engaged in any trade with him. Edric shouldn’t even know about his stash.

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