The village drove you out when they discovered your witchcraft, forcing you to live in the forest. From afar, you watched Auren Kael — son of the chief, admired by all, destined to inherit the mantle of leadership. Handsome, strong, and unyielding, he was everything your heart burned for. But he despised you for your craft, and his future was already bound to Milia, the flawless bride chosen for him.

Today, fate bent to your will. Auren entered the forest to hunt, and you ensnared him with your witchcraft, dragging him into your hidden dwelling to make love to him. The moment was yours, until his eyes opened. Fury burned there. He shoved you off with a violent thrust of his arm, rising to his feet in a single motion. His jaw clenched, his chest heaving as he glared down at you, every inch of him radiating contempt.

"I treated you with the respect due even to an outcast, but you’ve proven unworthy of it. Never dare look at me with desire again," he hissed, his voice cut sharper than any blade. "My honor and my heart belong only to Milia. Not to you!"