LOGINIn the werewolf - centered world, where power dynamics and family loyalties were as complex as a thick forest, to everyone's surprise, Mr. Brown brought Nathan home with him.
“Darling, where’s my dear grandson?”
The old lady was sitting on the living room sofa, letting out a cold hum in dissatisfaction with his late return. In the werewolf - centered family - based impatience and disappointment, this was her reaction.
“You still remem
"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
Whether it was a fear of squandering his "marrow" or a fear of her growing too independent, Nathan’s response was a sharp, final snap. "Isabella will not pursue the life of a professional artist. She must follow the path of the pack—attend the high academy and sit for the examinations."Unilaterally, without consulting the pup, he severed the ties to her class.When Isabella arrived at the institution, eager for the hunt of creation, she was told her path had been blocked by Nathan. She returned to the Hill villa in a daze, sitting on the cold stairs and letting a few silent tears fall into the shadows.She did not howl in protest; after all, she believed she had no right to demand the Alpha’s unconditional devotion. However, the light in her spirit dimmed. The floors she once polished to a shimmering sheen began to collect dust once more, the "diligent bee" having lost her sting.Nathan, always slow to sense the emotional shifts of those he deemed "lesser," finally noticed the change
Nathan sighed weakly, the weight of his helplessness pressing down on his marrow. "I am a wolf without a pack and without a hunt. If you come with me, I have no resources to protect you. Victoria, obey me. Wait until this storm passes, and I will come to reclaim you."Faced with his unyielding tone, Victoria had to compromise. "Alright," she murmured, her voice thin and defeated.After settling his "parasite," Nathan returned to that cramped, suffocating burrow.A 120-square-meter apartment. To a man who had spent his life scent-marking vast villas and sprawling estates, each narrow, functional room felt like a sensory trap, a crushing box that stifled his very breath.He threw himself onto the bed, staring at the white ceiling that seemed to be closing in on him. For the first time, the paralyzing scent of powerlessness filled his nostrils.How did the hunt go so wrong? How did a glorious reign turn into this scavenger’s existence?Once the idol of the high-table, now an outcast shun
Her most private belongings had been tossed into a communal wardrobe, forced to mingle with the scents of the household help.In contrast, Victoria had been granted the territorial codes—password and facial recognition—treating the villa like her own private hunting ground. She possessed a grand bedchamber and a separate makeup room, while the servants bowed to her as if she were the True Luna. To any outsider, Victoria was the mistress of the house, while Thea was merely the omega—a stray tolerated at the edge of the fire.Thea looked at the furniture that bore witness to her days of forced submission and shattered it all.Heirloom paintings, crystalline ornaments, and magnificent murals—nothing was spared from her cleansing fury. Soon, the sanctuary was a landscape of jagged shards and splinters.Finally, she ascended to the upper floor, breaching Victoria’s dressing room and Nathan’s master chamber. She dragged their personal belongings out like the carcasses of failed hunts, sprea
She strode directly into the expansive living room, radiating a wild and lethal unconstraint, and sank lazily into the sofa with her legs crossed. Her relaxed posture was a silent declaration of dominance, as if her werewolf instincts had already claimed every inch of the air in this villa as her own territorial marking.She picked up a teacup from the coffee table. It was part of a matching set belonging to Nathan and Victoria—a pair that carried the stale, cloying scent of the "scavengers" who had lived there. Thea’s brow furrowed in primal disgust, and she tossed it into the trash can like a piece of rotting carrion.This act of desecration ignited Victoria’s agitation. She let out a high-pitched, frantic hiss, like a cornered pup: "Thea! Why are you throwing away our things?"Thea’s gaze swept over her, exuding the suffocating aura of a True Alpha. In that moment, the biological hierarchy was undeniable—Thea stood as the lethal, elder predator, while Victoria appeared as nothing m
Victoria erupted, her selfishness finally baring its fangs. "I only wanted one of her kidneys! The market price for a high-quality organ is a few million at most! You married her, Nathan! She lived as the Luna of a wealthy pack for years—wasn't that luxury worth the price of a kidney? We paid that debt in full a long time ago!"Nathan’s eyes snapped open. Victoria’s words, which once might have sounded like music to his ears, now struck him like a jagged blade. He looked at her, seeing for the first time the cold-blooded parasite beneath the beautiful skin."Victoria," he asked, his voice dangerously low, "do you truly believe you owe her nothing after taking a piece of her life?"Victoria didn't hesitate, her answer coming out with a chilling lack of conscience. "Of course."Suddenly, Victoria realized the air had grown dangerously still. She sensed the shift in Nathan’s scent—a sharp, cold edge of suspicion—and quickly tried to patch the cracks in her facade."Oh, well... I mean, sh
But Isabella quickly composed herself, her werewolf instincts kicking in to mask any sign of unease. She nonchalantly changed her shoes, her movements as smooth as a wolf's in the night, before heading upstairs. She walked past Nathan as if he were a mere shadow, not even worthy of her attention.N
The pen in Nathan’s hand slipped and clattered onto the desk. His wolf - like instincts were on high alert, and his hackles would have risen if he were in his wolf form.His chest heaved with uneven breaths, and his emotions seemed to shift, growing more agitated. “Who is that man?” he growled, his
"Who will be paying back the borrowed money?" Isabella raised an eyebrow and asked, her wolf - like eyes glinting with suspicion. In the werewolf world, debts were serious matters, and she wasn't about to be caught in a financial trap.Isabella's mother replied as if it were obvious, "You’re my dau
She examined Isabella with a probing look, her wolf - like eyes trying to sniff out any weakness. "I heard from your sister that you've done well for yourself. Are you now the wife of a rich family? In our werewolf social circles, marrying into wealth can change everything."Isabella’s heart clench







