The elite wolf packs of Silverton City had a secret: Alpha Logan Blake, the head of the Blake family, was a man of many contradictions.
He loved his Luna, but his animal instincts made him want to have fun with other females in the pack.
He made them feel like princesses and gave them everything they wanted. He only had one rule: they could never let his wife know about the affairs.
She had taken care of him for three years after his family had betrayed him, after all. She had even run away with him for 48 days, risking her life to put him back in his family’s rightful place.
Logan’s new girlfriend, on the other hand, was bolder than the rest. She openly teased me, knowing that he liked her. “You’re just a weak person, Ms. Allen. I bet you can’t handle such close contact. Logan told me last night that I gave him a thrill he’s never felt before. Look at all the love bites he’s left on me!”
I made the choice to leave Logan at that moment.
As I was packing, an old symbol fell to the floor. It was a wolf sigil with a lot of detail, the sacred token of the Blake Alpha, given only to his destined Luna.
When we first mated, Logan gave it to me. It was time to give it back now.
But after I found a beautiful box for the emblem, it disappeared. Instead of the emblem, a young boy sat there. I could tell it was Logan, who was 17, with just one look. He looked at me with his clear blue eyes in a loving way. “Why are you leaving me? I love you so much.”
I had my things and clothes spread out on the bed. He could tell right away that I was going to leave the castle.
Logan’s thick lashes made his beautiful, gemstone-like eyes stand out even more.
I couldn’t bring myself to tell him what he did to me when he was 27. I took Logan out of the castle and to a pub to show him how much his 27-year-old self had hurt me.
Logan, who was 27 years old, was talking to his friends in werewolf language behind a door.
“I’ve marked Peyton. Don’t tell anyone. Skylar can’t know.”
After a short pause, his friends burst into happy cheers.
“Logan Blake, are you the Wolf King Reincarnate? Why do all those hot werewolf girls like you? I’m so jealous.”
“Don’t worry, Logan. Everyone here knows that Skylar is as smart and nice as she is, but she’s also very fragile. We will never say anything to her.”
“We don’t really get why you want to marry Skylar. She’s a person, after all. But as your friends, we won’t get in the way of your plans.”
When I wasn’t there, Logan felt more at ease speaking werewolf. He would speak werewolf language when I was around if he wanted to talk about the women around him without being afraid of what I would say.
Logan didn’t care because he thought I didn’t speak his language. He had no idea that I had spent three years learning werewolf language to help him more.
I wasn’t fluent, but I had no trouble understanding everyday conversations.
I let go of the door handle and turned to Logan, who was 17 years old. “Did you hear them?”
He clenched his jaw and his lips shook. He gave me an apologetic look. “He said he’d marked a werewolf named Peyton and wanted to keep it a secret from you,” he said after a while.
A werewolf could only have one partner for the rest of their life. If two werewolves were in love, they would mark each other. The marking was both a ceremony and a promise, just like how humans get married.
Sadly, I couldn’t finish the marking ritual with Logan because I’m a person. Still, he had given me a big wedding five years ago, according to the rules of human civilisation.
Everyone in Silverton City heard that the head of the Blake family had married a human woman and loved her very much on the day of our wedding.
Sadly, it only took him five years to break his promise to me. He loved me, but he still wanted to have fun with other women.
It still hurt even though I knew the truth.
I looked down at my feet and smiled bitterly.
