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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

Hearing those words, alarm bells went off in Derrick’s mind.


He shot to his feet and rushed over to the director.


"A hospital fire? When did this happen?"


A roaring sound exploded in Derrick's head.


But what made his breath catch was that I was in Ironclaw’s hospital right now.


Seeing Derrick's blank expression, the director looked confused as well.


"The entire top floor of Ironclaw Hospital is reserved for the high-ranking nobles of the North American werewolf packs. How could you not know about something as major as a fire there?"


With a deafening crash, it felt as though Derrick's head had been split open, the pain so intense he couldn't breathe.


He remembered the day his subordinate had reported the hospital fire, and that I had tragically died.


"You're lying! She's still in the hospital, she's still waiting for me."


Chapter 7