The fiancé I adored beyond words turned his eyes to another woman.
I couldn’t just stand by and lose him.
They said a single sip of the fabled potion would make anyone fall hopelessly in love—
So I poured the entire vial into the tea he was about to drink.
All I wanted was for him to love me like he used to.
But then—
“Wait! Don’t drink that!”
That wasn’t meant for you!
My fiancé never even touched the cup.
Instead, he drank it—
The wrong man.
Arrogant, wild, and untamable—
The infamous “Wolf of the North.”
The moment our eyes met as he drained the cup, everything went completely off the rails.
“I’d rather become your mistress than let this feeling go.”
I never once dreamed of this kind of seductive devotion.
The fearsome wolf who bowed to no one now wore a leash—and fastened it himself.
“Tell me to sit, and I will. Tell me to kneel, and I’ll obey.
And when you marry another, will you not keep me as your lover?”
As he whispered love in a voice so sweet it could melt steel,
I realized—
This was never what I wished for.
