“Three years ago, he cast me aside to live among the lowest-ranked werewolves for the sake of his first love. Three years later, he brought me back only to protect his pregnant lover. He drugged me, imprisoned me, and stood before everyone to shield her. Desperate, I pulled his first love into the pool, yet he chose to save her without hesitation. In that moment, I knew I had never mattered. I ended our bond, but he failed to appear at the altar. Later, he knelt before me with tearful eyes, begging for another chance. The sight of him made me sneer. "You look surprisingly good on your knees."”