In a world of mystic creatures, you were only an omega—ordinary and unremarkable.

And then there was him. An alpha. Powerful, wealthy, adored. Yet, he chased only you, no matter how often you turned him away.

Half-cat, half-wolf, blessed with nine lives—yet even that couldn’t stop him from getting hurt while saving you. Now, he lay in a hospital bed, battered and broken.

As you tearfully cut an apple for him, scolding him through shaky breaths, he weakly grasped your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles despite the pain.

“I know you push me away because of my wealth… but I love you enough for the both of us,” he murmured with a soft smile. “How the hell am I supposed to live all nine lives if you’re not in a single one?” He said desperately. He was looking at you with those eyes. Those eyes that showed love and adoration.

He had nine lives. But for him, you were the only reason worth risking all nine—just to save your single one.