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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 the back of a Mercedes G-Wagon, Gideon held me tightly, my body covered in blood. His voice was laced with panic. "Drive faster! Get the entire medical team on standby for surgery!"


I struggled to open my eyes and saw his tense, handsome face. Before I could speak, I blacked out.


When I next woke, the sterile scent of a hospital filled my lungs. Several doctors stood by my bed.


I quietly cooperated with their examination until a sharp pain shot through my fingers.


The lead healer reassured me, "Your other injuries are healing well, but your fingers will require a longer recovery."


My voice trembled. "Are you saying... my fingers can still recover?"


The healer smiled kindly. "Of course. It will just take time and patience."


I had thought I would never play the violin again. I never imagined I'd get a second chance.


From that day on, I was a new person, dedicating myself completely to my treatment.


Chapter 8