LOGINThea’s expression turned lethal.She slammed the car into reverse, the screech of tires silencing the two guardians instantly. She pulled up flush against them, her gaze cold enough to freeze blood."I am a business partner to your Master," she stated, her voice carrying the razor-edge of a dominant female. "He pays the tribute, and I provide the kill. You see me exhausted every day because I run the hard trails. Do you truly think there are canaries in this world who survive through such brutal labor? If I were a pampered pet, my claws wouldn't be this sharp."The two guards lowered their heads, their heartbeats fluttering in fear. "Our apologies, Ms. Thea... we were merely barking in jest.""Your jest lacks teeth," Thea countered. "It insults my honor. You insist on crediting my pelt for what my instinct earned. That is a slur against my capability.""Deeply sorry, Ma'am. Truly."Thea, sensing their submission, chose to spare them. She drove onward into the heart of the estate.The
Theo offered a relieved nod, as if finally seeing a pup learn to track. "Precisely. From this moment on, you will master the art of the 'Tea-Master'—weaving subtle, bitter deceptions. Whether you can drive a wedge between those two brothers or not determines your value to this pack."The assistant straightened his back, his posture radiating a new, arrogant confidence. "Old Alaric has already discarded his True Luna to elevate a mistress. He has poisoned his own bloodline. Nathan and Alaric are already standing on the edge of a jagged ravine. With just a small nudge to their pride, I can shatter their bond completely.""Then I shall sit and wait for the howl of your victory," Theo said, sinking back into his office chair.The assistant blinked, caught off guard. "What does this mean, Mr. Sanchez? Are you truly leaving the entire hunt to me?"Theo didn't bother to lift his head from his screens. "Is there a problem? You were the one who claimed this task was as simple as breathing."Th
Satisfied, Mrs. Hill meticulously gathered the remnants of her wealth. She transferred every asset she possessed to Nathan, retaining only the small territory of her retirement den. When Nathan accepted the transfer from her trembling hands, the air between them grew solemn. He made a silent blood-oath to his own spirit: Nathan, by the ancestors, you will reclaim your throne.Upon his release from the healers' ward, Nathan threw himself into the hunt with a ferocity he hadn't felt in cycles.He abandoned the fashion brand he had co-founded with Victoria. With the "mate-haze" finally lifted from his mind, he saw the brutal reality: Victoria’s creative spark was a mere flicker compared to Thea’s blinding radiance. Furthermore, the networking trails he once commanded had been seized and scent-marked by Theo. The fashion industry was a forest where they were now the prey.Instead, he turned to his true strength—Artificial Intelligence. His choice was fueled by a primal motive: this was Th
She sank into the companion chair, the salt of her tears marking the sterile air. For a long interval, the only sound was the jagged rhythm of her breathing."How?" she finally whispered, her voice trembling. "How did the pride of my bloodline end up rotting in a burrow like this?"Nathan, stripped of the arrogance that once shielded his soul, could only lower his head in a gesture of absolute submission."I heard whispers in the pack... that you returned to a common apartment in the city center?" Mrs. Hill’s voice rose, sharp with dread."I sold the sanctuary," Nathan rasped, his voice sounding like dry leaves skittering over stone. "The villa is gone."Mrs. Hill’s eyes flared with a predatory fire. She stood abruptly, her hand striking Nathan’s face with a crack that echoed like a breaking branch. A mask of utter despair settled over her features."Do you have any idea what the other packs are howling about you?" she hissed, her frame shaking. "They call you a spendthrift, a weaklin
He had given her such a pitiful pittance for tuition, yet she had worked herself to the bone, doing more labor than any salaried maid in the Hill territory. During her years in his den, she was the only one who truly bled.Nathan covered his face with his trembling hands, a heavy, jagged sigh escaping his chest.That young, ignorant Isabella had only wanted to learn and become self-reliant. She had tried to buy her freedom with her own sweat. She had wanted so little—just a chance to run on her own legs.But what had he done? He had played with her life, leading her into a "private school" that was nothing more than a cage, and meticulously designing the scene for her to meet Victoria—all so he could harvest her marrow and steal her kidney.She was an innocent who asked for nothing but a path, and she had lost everything because she crossed the trail of a predator like him.Nathan finally understood the bone-deep scent of Isabella’s hatred. It wasn't just a grudge; it was the righteou
"Isabella, what exactly is it that you 'like' about your brother?""Even though you come from a prestigious bloodline, you don't have the scent of a lazy playboy," Isabella replied, her praise flowing like a mountain stream. "You are self-reliant, diligently carving out your own territory and managing your own affairs."Nathan was genuinely stunned. Was her admiration truly for his labor? Unlike the other females who sniffed after his luxury cars and his high-ranking connections, was she actually looking at his strength as an individual?"I never expected you to be such an ambitious little wolf," Nathan murmured, his ego preening. "Perhaps in the future, I shall teach you how to hunt in the world of business myself."Isabella’s joy was palpable; her scent flared with hope. "Thank you, Brother Hill!"He had made a vow—a promise that gave Isabella a horizon to look toward.But in the long, cold years that followed, that promise became nothing more than a ghost. It was a single bolt of l
Nathan extended his hand toward Isabella. “Come home with me.” The scene faintly overlapped with their first meeting four years ago. Back then, it was in this very spot where a wounded Isabella, driven out of her home by her mother, had curled up in despair. Nathan Hill, a powerful werewolf, had ap
In the werewolf - centered world, where dominance and territorial instincts ran deep like a wolf's primal urges, seeing the fiery anger in Nathan’s eyes, Theo couldn’t help but smile contentedly. His smile was captivating, more dazzling than pear blossoms blooming overnight in spring, but Nathan
Under the sunlight, Isabella performed peculiar shadow dances while humming an off-key tune: "...lyrics…" Nathan stepped out of his car, his werewolf senses immediately on high alert. The air around Isabella felt different, charged with an otherworldly energy that sent a shiver down his spine. As
Isabella sat in front of Ezekiel, the world’s most renowned hypnotist. But what most people didn't know was that Ezekiel was also a powerful werewolf, a secret he kept hidden behind his calm and professional demeanor. His abilities as a hypnotist were enhanced by his supernatural nature, allowing h







