"Isabella, look at yourself. Where is the dignity and grace of a Mrs. Hill? In our werewolf - dominated social circles, a wife is expected to uphold the family's image."
"You have neither the refined appearance to uphold my image nor the intelligence to manage my business. Every day, you just stir up trouble... I must have been cursed for eight generations to end up marrying you. In the werewolf - centered family expectations, you're falling far short."
Nathan’s eyes were bloodshot as he yelled, like a trapped beast. His werewolf anger was at its peak, a menacing growl in his voice.
Isabella gradually regained her composure.
She slowly stood up from the cold floor, her face pale. But beneath her calm exterior, turmoil churned inside her.
She had once thought that Nathan’s indi
