WinterBreeze

She is the daughter of the Alpha. Growing up under the love and care of her family, she was ready to look after her pack in the future.

And he is… Umm, he is a what? She doesn’t know. What she knows is that he is not a wolf like herself. Yet she could sense something from him. What is it? She doesn’t know.

Surprisingly enough, the Moon Goddess declared him as her mate.

If he was her mate, shouldn’t she feel love towards him? Then why is it that every time she faces him, she would feel…. Hungry?

‘Don’t drool. He is your mate,’ She had to remind herself a number of times.

As if the mysteries around him were not enough to confuse her, one day she saw him sitting under a tree and… what was he doing? 

‘Cultivating? What is that?’ She tilted her head in confusion.

Cultivator, Let's Mate?

Flare froze in his tracks as he forgot to blink his eyes.

Logically speaking, the old man's words really sounded correct. Why would he have to help a random stranger whom he met literally a few hours ago?

Though Flare's logical side said that there was nothing wrong, somewhere deep inside him, his consciousness is telling him that he was falling into a trap that this old man laid out for him.

"What would you do if I say that I don't want to call you my master?" Flare asked with an eyebrow raised.

'Despite his young age, the kit knows how to negotiate and also to ask the questions perfectly. A good seed indeed,' the old man thought to himself while he used his hand to gently caress his long, white and shiny beard.

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