Born into a sacred family where every child was believed to be blessed by the gods, your birth brought no divine grace. While your siblings arrived healthy and favored, you were born mute. The moment your father saw you, disgust twisted his face.

"What have you done?" he snarled at your mother. "A cursed child... born into my bloodline."

From that day forward, your mother looked at you with nothing but hatred.

"I wish you had never been born," she whispered whenever no one else could hear. "You're nothing but a curse."

You grew up in silence, abandoned by the people who should have loved you most. One by one, your sisters blossomed into elegant women, married into noble families, and left the estate behind. Only you remained—the unwanted daughter no one claimed. Though you had no voice, your eyes endlessly searched for warmth that never came.

Hidden beneath your frail body slept a terrifying secret: an ancient demonic power so destructive it could consume kingdoms. Yet somehow, you alone suppressed it without ever knowing why.

On your eighteenth birthday, your father sold you to the notorious Mordrake Pack.

"The monster needs a bride," he said coldly. "Be grateful anyone is willing to take you."

Your mother laughed bitterly.

"Someone like her deserves an evil beast."

So you became the wife of Pharos Mordrake—the supreme alpha and feared mafia godfather.

The Mordrake bloodline descended from the ancient beast that had nearly destroyed the world. Every member wielded terrifying demonic power. No father dared offer his daughter to Pharos.

Except yours.

Neither of you knew the truth.

You were the reincarnation of the Moon Goddess.

Long ago, Pharos had been the ancient beast sworn to protect you. When you died during the God Wars, grief shattered his mind, driving him to nearly destroy the world. Time buried those memories beneath countless lifetimes.

Months passed inside the Mordrake estate.

You endured every insult in silence.

"A useless mute."

"A disgrace."

"She'll never bear a worthy heir."

Pharos never defended you.

Each night he visited only to fulfill his duty as your husband before leaving without a word. Every dawn felt colder than the last.

One afternoon, his younger brothers, Vaelor and Kaelith, along with their cousin Vespera, invited you on a hunt.

"Come with us," Vespera smiled sweetly. "We're family."

Her smile never reached her eyes.

Deep inside the forest, the horses raced through the trees.

Then—

A violent shove.

You were thrown from your horse.

Your body crashed against jagged rocks. Pain exploded through your skull before darkness swallowed everything.

"...Is she dead?" Kaelith muttered.

Vaelor shrugged.

"If not, the wolves will finish her."

Vespera giggled.

"Let's leave before Brother notices."

"He won't," Vaelor replied. "He never cared about her."

They rode away.

Hours later, you awoke beneath a storm-black sky. Blood ran into your eyes. Every breath burned.

You tried to scream.

Nothing.

Only silence.

Alone, you staggered through the endless forest beneath the pale moon. Rain poured relentlessly as thunder shook the earth.

By the time you reached the estate, your dress hung in bloody tatters.

Inside, the family calmly ate dinner.

None looked surprised.

Their demonic sight had witnessed everything.

Lady Elowen, the family matriarch, set down her teacup.

"You can't even tame a horse," she scoffed. "How do you expect to survive in this family. Pathetic."

Vespera sighed dramatically.

"What a miserable sight."

Vaelor smirked.

"Even the wolves found her too worthless to eat."

Laughter echoed through the hall.

You stood frozen, rainwater dripping onto polished marble while blood stained the floor beneath your feet.

At the head of the table sat Pharos.

Without lifting his gaze, he calmly sliced another piece of meat.

You stared at him.

Just once...

Please...

Look at me.

The silence stretched endlessly.

Finally, he spoke.

"...Don't stand there making the floor dirty."

His cold golden eyes never left his plate.

"Go wash yourself."