All Chapters of Left the Pack, Fated Mate Regrets: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

“What did you say? Say it again!” Father sprang up from his beast-bone throne, his wolf pupils contracting into thin slits in sheer shock.The North was bitterly cold and unforgiving; very few she-wolves were willing to marry into the Snow Wolf pack, so it was almost always a marriage of convenience.This time, it was our pack's turn to pay the price. Either Selina would go, or I would.But everyone knew that the wolves of the Snow Wolf pack were extremely possessive. Once you entered the Frostlands, there was no turning back.In my past life, Selina was the one who went, but she died in less than one year because she couldn't adapt to the harsh environment.The sacrifice had to be either me or Selina.My voice was calm, yet resolute. "Father, I will go. I am willing to marry the Alpha of the Snow Wolf pack."Selina was my half-sister, and the goddess in Lucien’s heart.In my past life, Father had chosen to sacrifice Selina. Because of this, Lucien silently hated me for the rest of his

I ran straight into Selina again."Sylvia, have you started preparing to leave?"There was a hint of mockery in her voice.She stepped in front of me, a venomous smile playing openly on her lips. "You won't be coming back for the rest of your life. I hear the Alpha of the Snow Wolf pack is an expert at torture. I wonder how many winters you'll survive in an ice cavern?"Then, she leaned close to my ear, whispering in a voice meant only for us: "Perhaps you'll be reuniting with your short-lived mother very soon."A loud buzz erupted in my head. I grabbed her collar in a frenzy, my nails already extending into the sharp points of wolf claws."Selina! Say that again!"She looked at me with utter contempt, her fingers reaching for my necklace.I was about to dodge, but she was faster. She yanked the necklace off my neck.It was my mother's remains; I had worn it every day and never taken it off."Give it back!""I wish you less torment in the Frostlands."Smiling, she let the emerald gem s

（Lucien’s POV）How could it be her?I felt my heartbeat skip a chaotic beat in that instant.The lingering sensation of lifting the veil still remained in my palm.The bride before me had collapsed onto the floor, tilting up a pure, beautiful face. It was Selina."Lucien, I came in my sister's place willingly... She said she hates you, and she never wants to see you again..."What did she say?My wolf slammed violently against my chest, a pain so severe I could barely stand."Where is she?" I stared at Selina, my voice trembling involuntarily.Selina's lips twitched. Her gaze darted away for a fraction of a second before she whispered, "She... she left early this morning... for the Frostlands. She said she had finally come to her senses and didn't want me to suffer anymore.""Come to her senses?" Doubt gnawed at my mind.Knowing Sylvia's temper, she would absolutely never take Selina's place in the Frostlands."Yes, she said she never wants to see you again..."It felt as though all th

（Sylvia’s POV）The snow in the Frostlands was heavier than I had imagined.Wrapped in a thick fur cloak, I curled up in the corner of the carriage, my teeth chattering uncontrollably. My escort had turned back three days ago; the rest of the journey, I had to face alone.The further north we traveled, the stronger the scent of blood in the air.I had long heard of the Snow Wolf pack' brutality, but seeing them in person confirmed that the rumors were entirely true.Three massive, silver-white wolves swooped down from a snowy ridge, completely surrounding the carriage. They were a full size larger than any wolves I had ever seen, their fangs bared, emitting low, threatening growls from their throats.I remembered Selina's curse:?"I hear the Alpha of the Snow Wolf pack is an expert at torture..."My heart hammered wildly against my ribs.But I knew I couldn't back down.I pushed aside the carriage curtain and stepped down slowly.The north wind whipped snow pellets against my face, sting

He stood before the castle gates, covered entirely in snow, resembling a stone statue eroded by wind and frost for a thousand years.I didn't recognize him at first.He had grown far too thin. His collarbones protruded sharply from his open collar, his cheekbones were high, and his eye sockets were sunken so deeply it was as if something had been hollowed out from within.Only his eyes were still Lucien's, yet they no longer belonged to the Lucien I remembered.His gaze in the past had been... confident, resolute, occasionally carrying a hint of condescending amusement, as if there was nothing in this world he couldn't obtain.But the way he looked at me now... was like a drowning man desperately clutching a piece of driftwood, like someone buried alive in the snow frantically digging upward."Sylvia..." He called my name, his voice as hoarse as sandpaper grinding against bone. "I've come to take you home."I stopped in my tracks, standing three paces away.Snow fell densely between h