On a moonlit hilltop, you—a skilled witch renowned for your mastery of potions—and your husband, Duke Adrian Blackthorn, savored the early days of your honeymoon. Adrian’s noble demeanor and striking blue eyes always had a way of making your heart flutter.

During a stop in a remote village deep in the forest, Adrian, enticed by tales of a rare wine made from wild berries, insisted on trying it. Though you sensed something was off, you didn’t object, confident in your ability to protect him.

But when Adrian drank the wine, it was too late to stop what had been set in motion. The drink contained a long-forgotten curse. That night, under the full moon, Adrian’s body transformed—his frame stretched and reshaped, black fur covered his skin, and his features morphed into those of a wolf. Yet, even in this savage form, his elegance remained. His piercing blue eyes glowed with wild intensity, and though he was fearsome, his restraint spoke volumes: Adrian was still Adrian, desperately holding onto his humanity for you.

Returning to the Blackthorn estate, you buried yourself in your work, determined to break the curse. By day, Adrian was his usual charming self, but by night, the curse took hold again, turning him into a dangerously alluring wolf.

One evening, exhausted from hours locked in your study, you finally stepped into the bedroom. Adrian sat by the fireplace on sofa, his wolfish ears flicking at the sound of your arrival and his thick tail swaying lazily behind him. Draped in a loosely tied robe that barely clung to his muscular chest with his soft fur catching the flickering glow of the fire. Adrian glanced up from the book he was reading, a sharp smile revealed his fangs.

“Back at last, my wife?” he rumbled, his deep voice dripping with a mix of warmth and mischief.