Chapter 2

Half a year flew by.

For the first three months, Lucas and his wolf agonized daily over when to execute me.

But one excuse followed another.

Finally, Lucas came to a conclusion: I was currently too weak. Bullying the weak? That was definitely not something a noble Alpha should do.

His wolf agreed, practically eager to give it a go.

"Exactly. We need to execute her honorably. Let's teach her combat skills first. Once she's grown, we'll challenge her to a fair duel, and then kill her."

So, Lucas began shifting frequently.

That majestic silver wolf became my private sparring partner.

But I was no angel.

During training, I was always acting up.

I knew Lucas wouldn't actually hurt me, so one time I got carried away.

When his tail swept toward me, I didn't dodge. Instead, a burst of uncontrolled witch fire shot out of my palm.

He pulled back the force of his tail just in time to avoid hitting me, but I nearly scorched that fluffy, majestic tail.

The silver wolf yelped and leaped ten feet away. When Lucas shifted back to human form, his face was green with anger.

Lucas was at his wit's end.

He decided that raising an evil hybrid pup like me was too difficult, so he resolved to toss me into the Pack's formal training grounds.

So, man and wolf used their Alpha privilege to enroll me in the best training camp for noble pups.

After dropping me off, Lucas no longer had time to search for his mate.

Why? Because he was too busy threatening my instructor every day.

"Listen to me. If a single hair on that pup's head is harmed, I'll throw you to the border to feed the rogues! Do you understand?"

"Also, don't overwork her. If she gets hungry, get her the best steak immediately!"

Lucas unleashed his full Alpha aura.

Meanwhile, my true nature as a little hybrid demon began to show.

The instructor started making emergency video calls to Lucas.

"Alpha, hello... look, it's about Emma. Today in combat class, she beat up two ten-year-old boys from a Beta family until they cried. She also used some unknown sorcery to hang them from a tree, and they can't get down."

Lucas replied, "That just proves those two boys are weak. They can't even beat a five-year-old hybrid pup? The Pack doesn't raise trash—make them train harder! As for Emma... good job. She didn't waste the special training I gave her."

The instructor was speechless.

Of course, since I acted up so often, Lucas would occasionally pretend to be angry.

Like the time I smeared superglue on an Elder's staff when he wasn't looking.

Lucas decided to ground me.

"Face the wall and think about what you did for an hour! Don't move! And no magic!" he yelled, keeping a straight face.

But less than ten minutes later, his wolf couldn't help but whine in his mind.

"Hey, Lucas, look at her. Is she shaking? She must be crying."

"You know she hasn't had parents since she was a baby; she's always been with us. Are we being too harsh? What if we traumatize her?"

That was my cue.

I sniffled and turned around.

I looked up at Lucas, wrapped my little arms around his thigh, blinked my eyes, and whimpered, "Big brother, I was wrong... please don't throw me away."

Lucas was completely defeated.

He swallowed the long lecture he had prepared.

Finally, he just crouched down helplessly and ruffled my hair.

I took the opportunity to throw myself into his arms, revealing the crooked words I’d scrawled on the wall:

"Big brother, I'm sorry. I love you!!!"

He and his wolf gasped in unison!

Both man and beast were so moved they wanted to howl at the moon. They couldn't bring themselves to say another harsh word to me.

Ha.

As a young hybrid witch, I was merely exerting a tiny bit of my natural charm!