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Ashlyn Kim Yu was the soon-to-be alpha of Wolf’s Cry pack. But due to being mateless at her 26, her father arranged a potential marriage partner for her. But she hates the idea as she did not want to be manipulated especially when her heart was on the line. She snapped at the meeting and almost killed everyone including her father. Yet, fate had another rule to play when the moment she decided not to be mated and lead the pack alone, her mate suddenly showed up. Things within her suddenly were shaken up when her mate was a nomad vampire and has to stay for a couple of months in their pack. As this particular nomad vampire called Vladimir Milano was the main reason why she moved differently around him or was in her worst state of anger management. Despite being unintentionally irritated all the time, she could not just ignore the fact that they were mates. She didn't want to be with anyone because of the mate bond but rather, something more that goes beyond the mate's pull; love. But can Ashlyn fully accept everything about her mate when she uncovered her mate's hidden past or hidden reason? Or even the thought of her mate being a woman was not a woman at all rather, a man looking exactly like one? *All Rights Reserved*

Late one night, a thread blew up and hit the front page of a famous forum deep in New York’s underworld. The original poster had dug up an old prompt: “Name three words that sum up your youth.” Then an account that’d been dormant for years popped up in the replies. Its avatar was a backlit silhouette of a girl in a white dress, username: Seraphina. That was Seraphina Rossi. The Rossi family heiress, the undisputed it girl of New York’s underworld. She typed: Vibrant. Passionate. And Rico Valentino. All hell broke loose in the thread. The wild Valentino’s heir and the breathtaking Rossi heiress had once loved each other hard, only for it all to end in bitter regret. Nearly everyone in New York’s underworld had watched that heartbreak play out. Including me. I turned my head, staring at the man sleeping beside me. This was the man next to me: the once reckless kid who’d ruled the streets of Queens with his bare fists, now the Don of the Valention family. Poised. Unshakable. And he didn’t love me. I’d always known Rico still kept in touch with Seraphina. That he’d met her in secret, more than once. That’s why he’d refused to make our marriage public. His excuse was always the same: “Keeping your identity off the grid keeps our enemies from targeting you.” But I knew I was the one standing between Rico and the woman he’d never stopped loving. If all three of us were just going to keep hurting like this? I’d rather walk away. Let them have each other. I’d made up my mind. I was divorcing Rico.