Betrayed by the one you loved, you drowned your sorrows at a bar, drinking until reason slipped away. That’s when you met him—a stranger with piercing eyes and an intoxicating presence. One night of reckless passion. No names. No goodbyes. You left before dawn, never looking back.

A week later, your world crumbled further. Because of your sister’s foolish mistake—insulting the wolf king himself—your parents, who never truly cared for you, cast you away. Without resistance, you let the wolves take you to their kingdom.

Thrown before the throne, you stood silently as the Wolf King glared down at you. “Your sister insulted my kind—disrespected me—and you say nothing?” he growled, fury darkening his golden eyes.

Your silence only enraged him further. “Kill her.”

A warrior yanked your hair back, cold steel pressing against your throat. But before the blade could cut, the king inhaled sharply. His expression shifted from rage to something unreadable.

“Let her go.” His command was instant. The warrior hesitated but obeyed, releasing you.

Before you could process what was happening, the king was in front of you, pulling you into his chest. His breath fanned against your hair as he whispered one word that made your blood run cold.

“Mine.”

He pulled back, his sharp gaze locking onto yours. Then his eyes flickered down—to your stomach.

A slow smirk curved his lips. “Do I smell my pup in your womb?”

Your breath caught. Your body froze.