I stole a dagger.He gave me a blood contract.Now I’m his bride, his antidote… and his chew toy.I just wanted to save my brother.But I woke up a 3-meter-tall, horned, naked wolf king—who pinned me to a coffin and called me “Lilian.”Spoiler: I’m not Lilian.But if Caius’s blood can save my brother, I’ll sign the damn pact.Even if it means surviving his fangs, the full moon, and the burning mark he left on my skin.He calls me his mate.His enemies call me bait.I call this… a problem.