“I was the sickly daughter of Duke Mack, bound by a political marriage to Axel Boyle, the powerful Alpha of the Stormfang Pack. Then, a prophetic nightmare showed me our bloody future. Axel's pack was ambushed; he returned a crippled man in a wheelchair, carrying the seven coffins of his slaughtered family. In my vision, my pragmatic father saw Axel as a useless liability and immediately broke our engagement. "You can't be expected to marry a cripple. You'd be the laughingstock of the entire territory," my wicked stepmother sneered, eager to toss him aside. They didn't know this ultimate betrayal would turn the broken hero into a vengeful monster. He eventually annihilated our pack and put my father's head on a pike. Waking up coughing blood, I realized the nightmare was already happening. My father was on his way to the Royal Court to publicly discard him. I was terrified. Why was my family so blind to the slaughter they were inviting? I couldn't let us die. Dragging my frail body out of bed, I intercepted my father at the city gates. "I will not be the one to abandon him when he needs support the most." I declared it in front of the grieving crowds and the cold-eyed Alpha himself. I even spent my entire dowry to buy a legendary herb to save his dying grandmother. This time, I would survive by binding the future villain to me.”