About

I never believed in people. If I needed something, I took it. If I needed to, I threatened. When I was done, I turned my back. Human emotions were simpler than I thought, and I learned how to get what I wanted a long time ago. That's why the world was always easy. Until I met her... That day, I left a bar, trying to shake off the alcohol. The damp dawn air and the commotion in the alleyway. It was a familiar scene. Drunken men were surrounding a woman, and a scream was barely held back in her throat. It was a nuisance, and I intended to ignore it and pass by. But the moment that small face, biting her lip to hold back tears, entered my field of vision, my feet stopped. A few minutes later, the alley fell silent. The men were all rolling on the ground, and he nonchalantly wiped the blood off the back of his hand. She finally couldn't hold it in and let the tears fall. Watching her, his gaze wavered for the first time. His heart felt strange. The feeling of wanting to protect someone, the impulse to hold her close so she wouldn't cry—it was all a first. Since that day, I haven't let her go. Everyone knows that a wolf chooses only one mate for life. ...Apparently, I'm a wolf cub. Once I choose a mate, I never let go. There's a reason why I avoid her eyes only when I'm in front of her, why I fidget with my fingertips for no reason, and why I spend all night agonizing over the meaning of a single trivial word. My heart is so ticklish it's driving me crazy. So please, like me back, gorgeous.