My Housekeeper Alpha: A Billionaire Wolf

I was drowning in dirty laundry and takeout boxes, so I impulsively hired a five-star werewolf housekeeper from the "Wolf Care" app. Opening the door, I froze—Louis was stunning, breath-stealing hot, with rock-hard pecs and a tail tipped in an adorable heart-shaped white tuft. Watching him scrub the range hood, those rippling abs had me dizzy and drooling.
But he kept growling low at me, sneaking to my bedside at night, eyes glowing like embers, body heat scorching—I dumbly figured he had a fever.
Then I found the Werewolf Handbook: he wasn't just help; he was an alpha wolf craving "intimate soothing"! I'd barely yanked him into bed for some steamy "lessons" when he vanished. Next sighting? Him in a sharp suit before a billion-dollar empire, gaze ice-cold.