Which One Do You Want
At the age of twenty, I mated to my father's best friend, Lucian, the Alpha of Silverfang Pack despite our age difference.
He was eight years older than me and was known in the pack as the cold-hearted King of Hell. He was ruthless in the pack and never got close to any she-wolves, but he was extremely gentle and sweet towards me.
He would buy me the priceless Fangborn necklace the next day just because I casually said, "It looks good."
When I curled up in bed in pain during my period, he would put aside Alpha councils and personally make pain suppressant for me, coaxing me to drink spoonful by spoonful.
He would hug me tight when we mated, calling me "sweetheart" in a low and hoarse voice. He claimed I was so alluring that my body had him utterly addicted as if every curve were a narcotic he couldn't quit.
He even named his most valuable antique Stormwolf Armour "For Elise".
For years, I had believed it was to commemorate the melody I had played at the piano on our first encounter: the very tune that had sparked our love story.
Until that day, I found an old photo album in his study.
The album was full of photos of the same she-wolf. You wouldn’t believe this, but we looked like twin sisters! The she-wolf in one of the photos was playing the piano and smiling brightly.
The back of the photo said,
"For Elise."
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After discovering the truth, I immediately drafted a severance agreement to sever our mate bond.
Since Lucian only cared about Elise, no way in hell I would be your Luna Alice anymore.