FAZER LOGINJames' POV:Since I was little, I had never been forced to do anything. Her grandmother was the first one to force me, so I felt like I had no choice but to take revenge. After Timmy was born, I severely taunted her and her grandmother when she mentioned the marking again.When my mother took Timmy away, I did not object either. At that time, she did not have the energy to take care of Timmy. She had just gone through a difficult childbirth and had not recovered yet. Her grandmother had passed away as well.She was like a thin sheet of paper, extremely fragile. I wanted her to have a good rest and get well.Later, I started to panic when I saw her becoming colder and colder toward me. I could not stand her not looking at me with adoration. I wanted to hold her face and force her to look at me.Hence, I did something stupid. I began to threaten her with Timmy. Whenever she disobeyed me, I would not let her see Timmy. Sure enough, she became obedient. Even when I fooled around wit
Epilogue.James' POV:I never imagined Emma leaving me and never coming back because of grilled meat. At first, I thought she was just being spiteful.Emma had always been well-behaved. That day, she directly left the party, pissing me off slightly. Thus, I took Timmy out on Sunday. It was to punish her for her disobedience.However, she did not come home for a whole week.It was Sunday again. She refused to come back, even on the day when Timmy was coming over.I got mad.Every time we had a minor conflict in the past, she would give in first. I wanted to see how long she could hold out this time.That day, the phone rang, and I saw her name flickering on the phone screen. I almost tapped on the answer button immediately, but I did not want to seem so urgent. Hence, I waited until the last second of the ring before answering.I really wanted to ask her where she was and how she was doing, but the first thing I said was, "Do you know your mistake now?"I also said she could n
Timmy looked at me and nodded, half-understanding.James stood there, motionless. I could feel his breathing fluctuating violently. His eyes had turned red, which was a sign of a werewolf losing control.He stared at Ryan, his eyes filled with complex emotions. There was resentment, anger, jealousy, and... regret.…The day before our wedding, James came over again. He stood at the bookstore entrance, his face grave. "I want to talk to you."Ryan, who was sitting next to me, stood up. "You two talk. I'll go for a walk."Seeing Ryan leave, James turned to look at me. "I admit, you've won. Break your mate bond with him and I'll mark you right away.""What nonsense are you talking about?""You found another wolf out of spite just to force me to give in, didn’t you?""Aren't you... overthinking?"James chuckled. "What else could it be? The man you chose is no match for me. Emma, I'm the one you love. I can tell from your eyes."I looked at the determined wolf in front of me for
After the mating ceremony was over, Ryan hugged me tightly. "Emma, don't be afraid. You have a home from now on. I'm your family, and I will never leave you."Tears rolled down my face.It turned out that he had always understood me. He knew my anxiety, my longing for a family, and the incomplete part of my heart. Besides that, I could feel that our breaths were intertwined, and that sense of security was something nothing else could provide.Back at home, Ryan started cooking. He served steak and red wine."A little too fancy, no?" I raised an eyebrow."Are you kidding me? We completed the marking. It's a big day. We definitely need to celebrate it."He sat down opposite me."My parents haven't returned from their travels yet, but I've called them and told them. They're happy about it too. In the South, werewolves tend to hold weddings in the same way as humans do. They said they'll start planning the wedding once they come back. They won't let you down. "I've saved some mone
Ryan's voice was gentle, and the concern on his face was genuine. "It's fine if you don't want to tell me.""We broke up. I had a pup with him, but he never marked me." My tone was calm.Over the years, I had gotten used to digesting my emotions alone and burying all my worries deep inside. I thought I had lost the ability to share. However, I discovered that my desire to share was surprisingly strong when facing someone who truly cared about me.I recounted all my experiences. I spoke calmly when I spoke, even laughing self-mockingly.However, Ryan began to shed tears.I looked at him with amusement. "I'm not even crying, so why are you?""I can't believe they hurt you like this." As he spoke, another tear rolled down his cheek. He said, "Emma, you've suffered all these years."I read a long-lost emotion in his eyes—the same emotion that had appeared in my parents' and grandparents' eyes before. It was compassion. After so many years, I experienced it again. My heart was instan
"Sorry." Ryan's words pulled me back to reality.He said, "If it weren't to save us, your dad wouldn't have... ""It's okay. It was my dad's duty," I sincerely replied.Once, I also secretly blamed him. Why did my father have to save those people? Why did he leave my mother and me behind? My mother got into a car accident because she was too sad. Why did my father not cherish his life, even if just for our sake?Later, while growing up, I gradually let go of my resentment and made peace with myself.I began to understand my father. His character and sense of responsibility made him give his best effort in every job. Such a character was also the reason why my mother fell for him. It was what he was like. He was proud of his work and always spoke about it with pride.Thus, I stopped blaming him, also wanting to be proud of his career."By the way, look at this. Do you still remember it?" Ryan held up the small ceramic flowerpot in his hand."What's this?" I took the flowerpot an







