Claimed By A Furry Tail Novel by Sugar Nyfe _ Novel




Claimed By A Furry Tail Chapter 01

This was already Naxos's tenth escape this year.
Looking at the empty containment cell, the last bit of patience in my heart went cold.
On my phone screen was a text message from the Control Bureau.
[Shifter escape detected ten times. Are you sure you want to select a new mate?]
[Yes / No]
If a supervisor and their shifter were incompatible, the Bureau offered a compensatory chance to choose again after a long time.
I tapped 'Yes' without hesitation.
It had been two years. Even an icy mountain would have melted by now.
The merman had a wild temper and a beautiful face. People had advised me to give up on Naxos, but I stubbornly insisted. Ending up like this was my own doing.
People surrounding me prompted me to choose a new mate as soon as possible.
I put my phone away. Now, as long as I picked a new mate and dragged Naxos back to fingerprint the paperwork, I would have absolutely nothing to do with him anymore.
Hearing that I was going to choose a new mate, my colleagues were all thrilled. They even thoughtfully helped me look for a suitable shifter mate.
But I already had a choice in mind. I remembered the gray werewolf next door had been secretly glancing at me for a long time.
On the day of choosing a mate, I had barely knocked on the gray werewolf's containment cell door.
It opened almost instantly.
The gray werewolf was a cool and handsome werewolf shifter. His eyes were bright and piercing.
I cut straight to the chase: "Are you willing to be my new mate?"
The gray werewolf's eyes lit up, and the fluffy gray tail hidden behind his back wagged frantically like a windmill.
I stared in a daze. He pulled his tail back, the tips of his ears turning red as he blinked.
"I am willing."
The answer was beyond my expectations. After all, I thought he would be as difficult to deal with as Naxos.
Back then, Naxos was matched to me by the Bureau. I racked my brains to learn everything about him, but even now, he refused to accept me.
The gray werewolf's answer caught me off guard.
But as long as he wasn't like Naxos, it was fine. 
The gray werewolf was named Tristan Cole. He had just arrived at the Shifter Control Bureau this year, and the Bureau hadn't matched him with a mate yet.
Now, it seemed I had scored a lucky find.
I observed Tristan for a few days.
I found that his containment cell was neat and clean, and he had no bad habits.
Moreover, he was a shifter who didn't hate succubi.
This was a world where humans, shifters, and succubi coexisted.
Once shifters reached the age of twenty-three, they would suffer from mental frenzy and be brought to the Control Bureau under guard.
Succubi or humans who had awakened mental soothing abilities would be responsible for calming the shifters, and the Bureau would match the shifters with soothing mates.
My very first match back then was Naxos.
He rejected me intensely, loathing the entire succubus race.
But other than me, no one was willing to soothe this bad-tempered, high-maintenance, and beautiful merman.
To this day, I still remember the first thing he said to me.
"Soothing is fine, but don't touch me with your filthy succubus tail."
Filthy?
My heart tightened at the thought that I hadn't hidden my succubus tail when I arrived today; Tristan must have seen it.
I dreaded seeing a look of disgust in his eyes.
Instead, I was met with the gaze of a curious child.
Tristan was staring intently at my tail, his own fluffy gray tail spinning like a windmill behind him.
He looked... exactly like a curious, good puppy.
I blushed quietly, silently tucking my succubus tail behind my back.
"Why do you keep staring at my tail?" I asked him nervously.
A blush crept onto Tristan's handsome face as he pointed at the tip of my tail.
"There's a heart shape at the tip of your tail. It's really pretty."
"It looks so different from mine. I was just wondering if it feels different from something fluffy, too."
My face flushed crimson. Did he have any idea that a succubus's tail was a symbol of courtship?
Praising a succubus's tail right to her face, let alone showing curiosity about it, was no different from a blatant confession of love.
I felt the tip of my tail throb and swell.
I tucked it away, hastily muttered an excuse, and fled the scene.

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