Plastic Surgeon

"Uh… Yeah… Who—"

Before Lethia could even finish her sentence, the hospital-gowned girl lunged forward, wrapping her in a tight embrace. The sudden contact jolted her, a flashback hitting her mind—the janitor at the rest area had hugged her just like this.

Caught off guard and unsure how to react, Lethia awkwardly patted the girl's arm, struggling to breathe under the force of the hug.

"Ah… sorry… I'm just so happy to meet my role model in person." The girl beamed, her face lighting up with enthusiasm.

Lethia, still stiff and unsure of what to say, listened as the girl poured her heart out. She had just been rejected by her mate. 

But after watching Lethia's viral video, she had mustered the courage to slap the woman who stole her mate and burn the pack's banner that had cast her aside. 

She had fled to Ashenhold, where the safety guards found her injured from a silver chain.