Her Fated Mate

The tall, cold man stood in the doorway, dressed meticulously. He asked, "Are you lyra olsen?"

"...Yes."

"On your right chest, don't you have a red birthmark?"

Lura olsens face reddened slightly, with a hint of anger in her eyes. For a man and woman meeting for the first time, his words were rather offensive.

If he was teasing her, his expression was too cold for that. His voice was also devoid of any emotion, more like an interrogator than someone flirting.

How did this man know she had a birthmark on her right chest...

Seeing that she was too embarrassed to answer, the man briefly fell silent, staring at her, and asked again, "Four years ago at the Capital City Hotel, did you accidentally walk into the wrong room?"

Lyra was shocked and looked up sharply.

She was deeply shocked. Of course she remembered that night four years ago that changed her life. If it wasn't for that night, she wouldn't have gotten pregnant or had a child.

The man pursed his lips. "That night was me."

Lyrai stared with widened eyes, mouth agape but no words coming out.

Five years ago, when she had just started her sophomore year, after a friend's birthday party she went back to the hotel drunk and walked into the wrong room, laying on the wrong bed.

She was so drunk she thought she was hallucinating. She even thought she saw a huge black dog on the big bed in the room. Lyra loved cats and dogs ever since she was little, but living dependent on others she could never raise pets herself.

Back then she was fearless, climbing onto the bed and starting to pet the dog, not worried about being bitten at all.

Later, she didn't know how but the big dog disappeared, and a very handsome man appeared in the bed.

She thought it was because she had been single for too long and was having a wet dream, fully cooperating.

The next morning before dawn she was woken up by endless calls to her phone. Still groggy picking up, she found out Old Granny who had raised her for ten years had passed away. She was so frantic she kneeled on the ground the moment she got off the bed.

Only then did she realize she was naked, and a man was lying in the bed with his back to her.

It wasn't a dream. The wet dream she thought she had was reality.

But there was no time to care about that. She hurriedly got dressed, not even getting a clear look at the man, and left the hotel bearing the discomfort in her body.

Lyra olsens's parents died when she was little, and she bounced between relatives' homes until she was 10 years old. That year, a distant relative Granny saw her pitiful state and took her away from her second uncle's home where she was staying then.

Over the years, Granny treated her very well. She had planned to graduate and take care of Granny.

Who would have thought that at 70 years old this year, Granny passed away.

Lyra couldn't accept it. She had finally met someone who truly loved her after all these years, but now this person was gone too.

Grief, pain, despair weighed on her like a heavy dark cloud she couldn't shake off. Wherever she went, it followed.

Beautiful scenery and delicious food couldn't disperse that dark cloud over her head. She felt like everything lost meaning. Just then, she got pregnant.

"You have a hard time conceiving. This child may be your only child," the doctor said.

So...

Lyra dropped out of school.

From young till now, whenever she arrived at a relative's home, she could never integrate into the warmth of their family. She stood at the edge, looking in.

Father, mother, siblings - she didn't have these blood relatives. But in the future she could have her own child.

No one knew how much she wanted a child of her own.

She had to give birth; she must have this child.

Granny's old house had been taken back by her children. With nowhere to go, carrying a baby and unable to continue schooling, she rented a cheap apartment and worked hard to make ends meet.

She had a reason to live again.

The toughest days, she worked several jobs in one day.

When she tied her child to her back to work, hearing him giggling behind her, she felt very happy.

In this world, few loved her and many disliked her.

The sense of happiness brought by blood relatives, no amount of money could make up for. There would always be a hole there.

She never imagined that mysterious man would show up at her door.

Now, the man glanced at the shabby corridor and rusty railings, barely discernibly frowning.

"All these years, you've lived in this kind of place with the child?"

Lyrai hmm-ed.

But actually, she was planning to move. The new apartment she bought was ready for people to live in.

"I'm Tristan," the man's low voice betrayed no fluctuations in emotion. "I've come to take you mother and child to live somewhere else."

Although he spoke normally, his eyes stared up sharply, the black pupils cold without warmth - not like human eyes at all.

This feeling was very familiar to Lyra, because her son's eyes occasionally became like this too, his huge dark eyes empty of anything.

Like cold, pitch black obsidian.

The feeling...was like the eyes of some predatory animal, sending chills down people's spines.

It made her think of wolves.

In her 25 years of life, she had met many people and deliberately looked into many people's eyes, but only with this man and her son did she have this feeling.

It wasn't her illusion.

"How did you find this place?" She stared at lyra Perhaps from looking too much into her son's eyes, she wasn't afraid of this man's eyes. "That night...did you eat something?"

Back then, though she initially cooperated thinking it was a dream, later she couldn't take it and wanted to escape. She even thought she might be the first person to die in a wet dream.

Tristan was silent for two seconds. "You can think of it as me eating something."

In fact, that night was his yearly mating period, which came 3 days early that time.

He found a nearby hotel to wait for rescue.

As a result, a human woman broke in, touching and hugging him, not sparing his ears, tail, or body, almost caressing his entire body...

Because his grandfather was human, Tristan had some human genes in him.

He wasn't as sinister as pure demons. In this world, not only pure humans exist.

It's just that arrogant humans believe only the human race exists.

The Wolf Clan had always lived in the remotest, coldest Snow Mountain, until in recent years when humans built cities that attracted his grandmother. She went down the mountain and met his fully human grandfather.

When he regained consciousness afterwards, he had already been brought back to Snow Mountain by his clansmen. The mating period would last 5 days. He just needed to soak in the clan's unique cold springs for two days to resolve it.

Wolves mate for life, not fickle like humans and other races, never casually finding partners to satisfy needs. Before meeting their one partner, they would rather soak in the cold springs year after year alone than find random people.

But he had the most intimate relations with a very proactive pure human woman because of his early mating period.

His clansmen told him when they came to the hotel to get him, the room was empty. That woman had fled long ago.

Entering his room, seducing him like that, then running away after sex - typical of fickle, casual humans. He should have known better.

With so many humans filling every city, it would be easy to disappear among them.

Wolves mate for life.

He had to either go find that human woman to spend his life with, or be alone forever.

Since she ran away, he didn't plan on looking for her.

He had just taken over the company back then, busy running around with no time to rest. After leaving Snow Mountain he threw himself into work, forgetting about the incident. Just a lifetime of solitude, what was so difficult about that?

Company matters gave him an even bigger headache. With too few clansmen and many more humans, business deals and interactions were also with pure humans.

He wasn't good at communicating or getting along with pure human males or females.

Humans always liked spraying pungent perfumes on themselves that he greatly disliked.

He thought he would have no more dealings with the human woman he had relations with. After all, there were so many humans that any city was filled with them.

But last night...

On the night of the full moon, in the deep quiet of night, he heard the cry of a wolf pup.

With a delicate, infantile voice, he was still a cub.

When he chased after, he actually smelled the scent of his own bloodline.

That was...his cub.

He had only been with one pure human female.

He didn't expect that the woman would get pregnant and give birth to the cub.

Every Wolf Clan cub needed to drink the spring water from the Snow Mountain Peak when they turned four and a half, otherwise the pain from bone development would be unbearable. Human medicine was useless.

He spent a whole night

Finding that pure human female, lyra.

He wanted to pick up his cub, but according to the information, this woman worked hard from dawn to dusk over the years raising the cub alone.

The cub didn't just belong to him alone.

The cub was born without his knowledge, and he had done nothing about it over these years, so he didn't have the right to take the cub away.

So he would take both the mother and child.

He frowned, impatiently said: "You don't need to think about useless things like refusing and resisting. I won't allow my child to live in a place like this."