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Clara, Derrick Ironclaw's personal assistant, held a silver knife to my throat in a desperate bid to coerce him into loving her.
But Derrick ended her life with a single silver bullet.
Afterward, he went so far as to have her ashes forged into a ring—a chilling warning to all.
From that day forward, every werewolf pack in North America knew that I was the fated mate of Derrick, the ruthless Alpha of the Ironclaw Pack.
I was his one untouchable weakness, and no one dared to cross that line.
Even the grand bonding ceremony he prepared for me became a celebrated tale among the packs.
But just as I was lost in happiness, Derrick brought a woman back, on the day before our ceremony.
That woman.
She was the spitting image of Clara.

The Cruelest Love Trial

That day, when he picked me up from the hospital and learned about my miscarriage, he wanted to tear Derrick to pieces.


But in order to get me away quietly first, he had someone inject me with a sedative.


The sedative was only supposed to last for half a day, but I never woke up.


In fact, I showed signs of falling into a deep slumber.


He anxiously called his private doctor to examine me.


The doctor told him it was because the trauma had inflicted a deep wound on my very spirit, causing my body to retreat into a protective slumber.


The doctor said that if he tried to force me awake, it could damage my mind.


So, he had no choice but to stay by my side until I woke up on my own.


"Your body was traumatized, so it went into a deep sleep to heal for a while."


Randal didn't answer me directly, instead telling me the reason for my deep sleep.


After hearing him, I remembered what happened before I lost consciousness.


Chapter 8