Wendy's POV
A sudden heaviness settled in my chest.
My wolf, Lucy, murmured softly inside me: "So everything Nick has done for you... has always had a reason."
At last, I understood. Why did Nick often act so ambiguously toward me, why did he shield me with his own body, why did he go to such lengths to find evidence when Mary framed me.
Even just now—why he said: "Maybe we should try and see where this goes?"
It was all because I looked like Candy.
Realization hit hard. I drew in a long breath, fixed my gaze on the man beside me, and spoke coldly:
"Nick, listen carefully. I am me—unique, one of a kind in this world! I am not Candy, not anyone's stand-in.
My future mate must love me wholeheartedly, with no one else in his heart. Not because I remind him of another woman.
"So, Nick
