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My whole life changed when my family was executed by my mate while I had to marry this murderer. Ridiculous, wasn't it? And that's not enough, since I found the only way to survive my mate's violence was to accept the proposal from my best friend's mate. It's weird, though, I said yes. Because I had so many responsibilities on my shoulders that I could not surrender easily. And I knew him: handsome, brave, loyal, a perfect partner. Yes, we were fake mates without any love.

Unlike other werewolves, I never wanted a mate. I would rather teach stupid mortals than inherit my family business as my father wished. Because I hated my blood. But I met her, in a bar, on a chaotic night. She's so distinguished, and her scent drove me crazy. With all my strength, I forced myself to leave because I didn't want to entangle this innocent girl in my abyss. But she reappeared in my class. Loving her seemed to have already been written in my genes, and I couldn't resist her no matter how hard I tried.