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For five years, I stood by Alpha Victor.
When his spine was shattered, I sold my beloved violin to pay for the healer.
The moment he could walk again, he placed his mate mark on my neck.
But during a check-up for a recent illness, the healer told me it was just an artificial tattoo, etched while I slept—not a real mark.
I stormed into his company, only to overhear him and other werewolves laughing:
“Victor, you completed the marking with your secretary behind Freya's back. Aren't you afraid she'll find out?”
“She’ll never find out.”
“That little she-wolf is wild—a freak in the sheets. Not like Freya. She’s too damn proper.”
Standing outside the door, I dialed the number I hadn’t touched in five years.
“In five days, make me disappear.”

Shattered Strings, Forged Mark, and My Second Chance

In a luxurious downtown apartment, Amanda was lounging with a face mask on, leisurely snacking on imported cherries.


"Who is it!" she shouted impatiently, the mask on her face crinkling.


"It's me." Victor's deep voice came from beyond the door.


Amanda's expression changed in an instant. She opened the door, her voice sickeningly sweet. "Alpha, you finally came to see me!" She cooed, rubbing her slightly swollen belly, "I just can't wait to move into our big mansion."


Victor walked into the room in silence and lit a cigarette.


"Ugh!" Amanda covered her nose dramatically. "I'm carrying a pup, how can you smoke?"


"The company's cash flow is frozen," Victor said, exhaling a ring of smoke. "We need to sell this apartment. When things turn around, I'll get you the mansion."


Amanda's smile froze. "Wh... How could that be?" she stammered. "Alpha, I thought your company was making a fortune?"


Chapter 7