Isabella sat in front of Ezekiel, the world’s most renowned hypnotist. But what most people didn't know was that Ezekiel was also a powerful werewolf, a secret he kept hidden behind his calm and professional demeanor. His abilities as a hypnotist were enhanced by his supernatural nature, allowing him to delve deeper into the minds of those he helped. Isabella, unaware of his true identity, presented herself before him, her thin face and sunken eyes, combined with her reverent demeanor, making her look like a devout believer.
"I want to forget someone," she said. Her voice trembled, and even her frail shoulders shook. As a werewolf, Ezekiel could sense the depth of her pain, the raw emotions radiating from her like a palpable aura. It was a pain that cut through the air, tugging at his own instincts.
Ezekiel pulled out his old pocket watch. As a werewolf, he had carried this watch for centuries, and it held a special power. After tracing a graceful arc through the air, it fell steadily into Isabella’s line of sight. Her gaze quietly fixed on the watch, waiting patiently for him to begin.
"Is there any unfinished wish you’d like to fulfill first?" Ezekiel asked. His voice carried a hint of the ancient wisdom he had accumulated over the years.
Isabella shook her head.
Ezekiel felt his question was pointless. If she weren’t utterly despairing, how could this young woman have chosen such a drastic way to sever ties with her past? But as a werewolf, he knew that despair could drive humans to make the most irrational decisions.
"Where should I send you after the hypnosis?" he asked, changing the topic. As an internationally renowned hypnotist and a powerful werewolf, he had helped many people recover lost memories and erase painful ones. Those who left his clinic often seemed reborn. But Isabella wanted all her memory erased. Once the hypnosis was complete, she might end up a fool. He needed to arrange a place for her to go afterward, so he wouldn’t be stuck with her.
Isabella hesitated, then eventually wrote down a string of numbers.
"This is my husband’s phone number. Send me back to him," she said. Her eyes inexplicably reddened, and her voice dropped to a murmur. "If he doesn’t want me, could you… could you leave me at Rainbow Bridge?"
Ezekiel, intent on doing his job well, nodded without hesitation. "Alright. Let’s begin."
As the pocket watch swayed, an eerie, lulling melody filled Isabella’s ears. But for Ezekiel, it was more than just a simple hypnotic technique. He was using his werewolf abilities to gently guide her mind, to access the deepest recesses of her memories. Her mind flickered with scenes of her past life.
She saw her parents’ divorce, both of them fighting over her elder Sis. The younger version of her curled up in a corner, crying and begging them not to abandon her. She promised to eat well, study hard, and be a good child. Yet in the end, her father won the lawsuit and took her Sis. She stayed with her mother, who subjected her to daily beatings and scoldings, calling her a burden who had ruined her life.
Amidst the thorns of hardship, Isabella defied fate and eventually became an outstanding university student.
The scene shifted. At 19, she met Nathan Hill. He was like a ray of light piercing her dark life. But what Isabella didn't know was that Nathan was also connected to the world of werewolves. He had his own reasons for approaching her, reasons that were hidden beneath his charming exterior. He paid her tuition, taught her foreign languages, and polished her into a proper socialite before proposing to her. She believed all her misfortunes were worth enduring if they led her to Nathan. She was grateful to him and loved him deeply. After their marriage, she devoted herself entirely to being his sweet little wife.
Then, three months ago, Nathan Hill pressured her to donate a kidney to her critically ill Sis. Isabella, afraid of pain and reluctant deep down, hesitated. But Nathan gripped her chin, and for a moment, a flash of his werewolf nature showed in his eyes. "Bella, did you know why I married you? I gave you wealth and luxury so I could have your kidney."
Isabella wasn’t stupid. Her face turned pale as paper. Trembling, she asked, "Nathan, have you ever loved me?"
Nathan admitted, "Bella, I once loved your Sis deeply. Very deeply. But I promise you, as long as you save her, our marriage will remain valid. As long as she lives, I’ll have no regrets in this life."
It was then Isabella realized his love had never belonged to her. Yet she loved him too much and relied on him too deeply. After all, he was the first man in her life who had treated her kindly. Unwilling to lose him, she decided to give up her kidney to preserve their hard-won marriage.
The surgery was a success. While Isabella lay weak and barely alive in her hospital bed, she heard laughter from Nathan and her father in her Sis’s room. Tears streamed down her cheeks—bitter tears. She, too, had just undergone surgery, but neither her father nor her husband, the two men closest to her, cared about her survival. They only cared about Victoria, the prettier and smarter one.
"If Victoria exists, why did Isabella have to be born?" she thought. From that moment on, she had no hope for the future. Her world lost all its color.
So while Nathan stayed by Victoria’s side during her recovery, Isabella secretly arranged to meet the world’s most famous hypnotist for what would become the most successful hypnosis in history. But unknown to her, the world of werewolves was about to become even more intertwined with her fate.
When the session ended, Ezekiel was surprised to see Isabella’s once-dull eyes sparkle like obsidian. The gloom on her face was gone, replaced by an innocent, cheerful expression.
Ezekiel picked up the note Isabella had written earlier and sent a text to Nathan:
"Your wife is with me, only for three days. Come get her."
Nathan was sitting quietly in Victoria’s hospital room when he received the message. Looking at the newly recovered Victoria filled him with a sense of relief. But as a werewolf, he also felt a strange unease. His assistant, Jayden, entered, respectfully handing him the phone. "Sir, there’s been a message for you."
Annoyed at being interrupted, Nathan glanced at the screen. His sharp eyes narrowed before he sneered coldly.
Scammers these days were ridiculous. His wife, Isabella, was clearly still lying in her hospital bed. After surgery, she was either asleep or too weak to move. How could she have run off and fallen prey to scammers? But as a werewolf, he also sensed that there was more to this situation than met the eye.
Yet, inexplicably irritated, he got up and strode to her hospital room to confirm her presence. Only by checking could he put his mind at ease.
But when he pushed open the door, his face froze. The bed was neatly made, as if she had deliberately tidied it before leaving—a silent farewell.
So, the text was real?
Nathan’s dark eyes gleamed with frost. His fists clenched, knuckles cracking. "Bella," he muttered, "could you be any dumber?"
Leaving the hospital to encounter scammers instead of resting? Only Isabella, the fool, could manage such a thing.
He ordered his assistant to track the location of the sender’s phone. Luckily, the scammer didn’t seem too bright; the address was easy to find. But as a werewolf, Nathan knew that things were rarely as simple as they seemed. He grabbed some cash and drove to a chaotic, rundown area on the 6th Avenue. He couldn’t believe such a filthy place existed in the capital.
After searching the area, he finally found Isabella outside a shop with a skull emblem. Her behavior, however, was… peculiar. And as he approached her, he could sense the presence of other werewolves in the area, a discovery that sent a shiver down his spine.
Under the sunlight, Isabella performed peculiar shadow dances while humming an off-key tune: "...lyrics…" Nathan stepped out of his car, his werewolf senses immediately on high alert. The air around Isabella felt different, charged with an otherworldly energy that sent a shiver down his spine. As he strode toward her, his face dark with annoyance over the trouble she had caused, his wolf instincts were screaming at him that something was seriously wrong.“Bella, who let you out on your own? Your wounds haven’t even healed!” he reprimanded, his voice carrying a low growl.The moment Isabella saw him, she instinctively jumped a meter away, clutching her chest in a defensive gesture. Her startled expression and wary gaze filled Nathan with a sense of unease. But as a werewolf, he could also detect a faint scent of fear radiating from her, a scent that was foreign to him when it came to Isabella.“Who are you?” she asked timidly.“I’m your husband,” he replied impatiently, his eyes flas
Nathan extended his hand toward Isabella. “Come home with me.” The scene faintly overlapped with their first meeting four years ago. Back then, it was in this very spot where a wounded Isabella, driven out of her home by her mother, had curled up in despair. Nathan Hill, a powerful werewolf, had appeared in her life like the dawn breaking through the darkness. His werewolf instincts had been drawn to Isabella's unique scent, a scent that was both innocent and full of pain.Naïve and inexperienced, Isabella had been drawn to his kind and compassionate face. Without hesitation, she followed him.“Sir, why me?” Though young, Isabella understood that nothing in the world came free.Nathan, burdened by his thoughts, took a moment before replying in a low voice, “It has to be you.” But what Isabella didn't know was that Nathan's werewolf pack had a hidden agenda. They had been searching for someone with Isabella's bloodline, a bloodline that held a special power that could benefit their pa
Nathan walked upstairs and knocked softly on the door. The air in the hallway seemed to thicken with an unspoken tension, a tension that was palpable to his werewolf senses. However, there was no cheerful response from Isabella as there used to be. His face darkened as he pushed the door open and approached the bedside, towering over the unmoving figure lying there."Isabella, why are you causing such trouble today? Do you know your Sis was feeling guilty because you ran away from home? In the future, try to be more sensible and don’t upset your Sis..." Nathan’s words echoed in the room, but Isabella lay on the bed, her face as desolate as a desert, devoid of any vitality. As a werewolf, Nathan could sense the faint, but growing, despair that clung to her like a shroud. His monologue felt increasingly pointless."Why aren’t you saying anything?" The Isabella who usually flattered and fawned over him was acting mute today. Even someone as slow to notice emotions as Nathan could sense s
Isabella looked at Victoria and replied readily, “If you want him, then take him.” She said it as if he were a display item on a shelf, available for anyone to claim. As a werewolf, Nathan could detect a new - found strength in Isabella's scent, a strength that was intertwined with a deep - seated hurt.Victoria’s face lit up with joy, and she immediately hugged Nathan tightly. But her happiness was short - lived. She quickly realized that Nathan stood stiffly in her embrace, as if he had turned into stone. Puzzled, she looked up at him and saw that his eyes were fixed on Isabella with an expression so chilling it made her shiver.“Isabella, you must be delirious from your fever. Do you even know what you’re saying?” The Isabella of the past loved him to a suffocating degree. She had given up her cherished career to care for him, endured bitter herbal remedies daily in hopes of bearing his child, and sacrificed her self - respect entirely for his love. She was even nicknamed the "boo
Nathan's eyes filled with confusion. As a werewolf, his heightened senses could detect a distinct change in Isabella's demeanor. The Isabella he once knew was utterly dependent on him, relying on him for every meal. Yet now, she seemed capable of taking care of herself, and there was a newfound strength in her aura that he couldn't quite place.Inside the hospital room, Isabella, though starving to the point of feeling hollow, lost her appetite as she stared at the array of food delivered by the takeout worker. Her hand gently rested on her stomach, a secret known only to her. Her werewolf heritage gave her a naturally robust digestive system, and she knew that the nausea wasn't due to a simple cold.Memories from three months ago resurfaced—Nathan begging her to donate a kidney to Victoria. That same night, she had foolishly pleaded for his attention. Now, it was very likely that a new life, a werewolf pup, was forming in her womb. The thought filled her with a mix of dread and resig
Nathan spoke with confidence, "She can't survive without me. Just wait, it won't even take a week before she realizes how much she needs me and contacts me herself." His werewolf instincts, usually so sharp, were clouded by his arrogance and belief in Isabella's dependence on him. He failed to recognize the profound change that had occurred within her.The housekeeper shook her head and sighed. "You're taking advantage of her love for you, Young Master. But not everyone will wait for you to come around." The housekeeper's words were like a faint warning, but Nathan was too consumed by his own thoughts to heed them.Nathan slumped onto the couch, feeling weary. "This is the last time."In a Foreign LandAfter stepping off the plane, Isabella didn’t leave the airport. Instead, she bought tickets for another city. She wandered through several locations before finally arriving in Milan, Italy. Standing on the unfamiliar streets, surrounded by strangers with pale skin and curly hair, a dee
When someone unexpectedly mentioned Isabella, Nathan suddenly realized that it had been days since Isabella last contacted him. Not a single text or voice message. Finally, he sensed something was off. As a werewolf, his instincts were usually sharp, but his preoccupation with Victoria had clouded his perception. After all, that girl had always been clingy. Even if they saw each other daily, whenever she couldn’t see him, she’d find all sorts of excuses to reach out—sharing her meals, reminding him to dress warmly, or asking him to come home early because she had a surprise for him. Back then, he found her relentless attention annoying. This kind of silence from Isabella was unusual. It seemed that forcing her to go abroad this time had genuinely angered her.Even if she didn’t contact him, surely she would ask someone for her living expenses. Turning to his assistant, Nathan asked, "How’s my wife doing lately? Has she mentioned needing anything? Make sure her requests are met."The a
The youthful face before her overlapped perfectly with the sharp, commanding visage of the man who stood at the apex of power, ruthless and fearsome. As a werewolf, Isabella could sense an otherworldly power radiating from the injured boy, a power that was both familiar and terrifying. The young boy lay sprawled on the bridge, bloodied, his piercingly beautiful yet rebellious eyes darting around as if searching for a lifeline—like an abandoned wolf pup desperate for survival.Tears welled up in Isabella's eyes as she knelt down before him. "Do you want to come with me?" she asked softly. Despite his tattered, dirty clothes, the boy exuded an air of elegance and nobility. Turning his head arrogantly, he asked, "What's your name?"Isabella hesitated briefly. "Thea," she said, concealing her true identity. The boy’s gaze darkened slightly. "What characters are those?""'Nian,' as in 'to remember,' and 'Sheng,' as in 'prosperity,'" she explained gently. The boy suddenly clutched her hand
In the werewolf - centered world, where the pack's social order was as complex as a web of territorial boundaries, outside the hospital room, Victoria leaned weakly against the wall, her heart sinking as she overheard Mrs. Hill's demeaning words about her, like a low - ranking wolf being scorned by the alpha female. A bitter sadness washed over her.Was she really inferior to her sister in every way?She strained her ears, hoping to hear Nathan defend her, but for a long while, there was no response from him, as if the beta wolf was too weak to stand up for his mate against the alpha's wrath.Fear crept into Victoria’s heart. She was afraid that Nathan, soft - hearted as he was, might actually believe his mother’s words and start thinking that his ex - wife was the better choice, like a wolf doubting its current packmate in the face of the alpha's influence.Unable to bear the tension any longer, Victoria pushed the door open and entered the room, like a
In the werewolf - centered world, where family hierarchies were as rigid as the alpha's rule in a pack, when Mrs. Hill saw the couple rings on Victoria and Nathan's hands, her suspicions were immediately confirmed, like a wolf detecting a threat to its pack's purity.She went wild with anger and slapped Victoria across the face. “How dare you marry my son behind my back, Victoria? I really underestimated you. In the werewolf - centered over - protective - mother - outburst and territorial - claim, this is her fury.”Thea stepped back, adopting the stance of a bystander, ready to watch the drama unfold, like a wolf observing a power struggle from the sidelines.The slap made Victoria dizzy, her body spinning in place like a willow in the wind before she collapsed into Nathan’s arms, like a weak wolf seeking protection.“Nathan…” Victoria cupped her swollen face, her tears flowing like pearls from a broken string, creating a pitiful scene, much like a wound
In the werewolf - centered world, where the bonds of family and love were as changeable as the phases of the moon, Thea was genuinely surprised. After being cast out by both her birth family and her marriage, like a lone wolf expelled from its pack, she never imagined anyone would still care about her. This intrigued her, and she was curious about the person who reached out to her, much like a wolf sensing an unfamiliar presence in its territory. “Give me the address, I’ll come right over.”Under the fates’ design, as if guided by some unseen force in the werewolf - centered universe.When Thea arrived at the bar, it was already midnight.The bar was nearly empty, with only a few disheveled figures slumped over the tables, like weary wolves resting after a long hunt.After scanning the room, Thea didn’t spot anyone familiar, and she frowned in confusion, her wolfish instincts on high alert.At that moment, a waiter approached and gave her a soft sm
In the werewolf - centered world, where family bonds were as complex as a thicket in a moon - lit forest, Thea finally stood up from the recliner and walked to Madam Moore’s side. The grievances and frustrations she once held, like the howls of a caged wolf longing for freedom, seemed to have dissipated, leaving only a calm, almost indifferent demeanor, much like a wolf that has accepted its fate."Before yesterday, I still had some lingering feelings for you. But after yesterday, our mother - daughter bond has come to an end. You’re a smart woman, so you should understand what I mean. Why continue to force a relationship that’s already been torn apart? In the werewolf - centered family - bond - severance - declaration and rational - question, this is her statement." Madam Moore understood exactly what Thea was implying.Thea had heard that Madam Moore was ill, and had rushed to her side immediately out of filial duty, like a loyal packmate rushing to the
In the werewolf - centered world, where the power dynamics were as fierce as a pack's territorial disputes, Theo’s thin lips curled into a slight smile, the danger in his expression unmistakable, much like a wolf baring its teeth in a show of dominance. "I always thought Thea was an orphan. Turns out her parents are still alive... Well, if that's the case, Mr. Joe, why don’t you help her pay off the huge debt she owes me? In the werewolf - centered strategic - debt - claim and pressure - application, this is his demand." Master Moore stood there, stunned, completely dumbfounded, as if a weaker wolf facing an unexpected challenge from a powerful alpha.Theo continued to press: "The debt of a child is the responsibility of the father, Mr. Joe. You won’t deny that, right? In the werewolf - centered family - debt - responsibility - assertion and challenge, this is his statement." Victoria whispered to Master Moore, "Dad, Isabella owes
In the werewolf - centered world, where family bonds were as tenuous as a lone wolf's hold on its territory, Thea walked upstairs and stood in front of Master Moore. With a solemn expression, she corrected him, "I’ve changed my name. I’m no longer Isabella; my name is Thea. In the werewolf - centered identity - reclamation and break - from - past, this is her statement." Master Moore seemed deeply insulted. Anger contorted his face as he reached out and gripped Thea’s neck, almost mad with fury. "You’ve forgotten what your ancestors’ surname is? Isabella, if I had known you were this rebellious, I should’ve thrown you into the cesspool the moment you were born! In the werewolf - centered anger - and - rejection - of - change, this is his outburst." "You can strangle me now; it’s not too late," Thea gasped, but still retained her proud demeanor, despite the difficulty in breathing, like a wolf refusing to submit. &
In the werewolf - centered world, where the power dynamics and family bonds were as complex as a thick forest at night, Victoria had never seen Nathan so dejected. It was as though the once - proud heir, much like a powerful alpha wolf that had lost its pack, had fallen from the heavens, shattered into pieces like a puppet with no strings, entirely devoid of spirit. "Nathan, what will happen to your company?" Victoria asked with concern, her voice carrying the worry of a wolf cub for its leader. Nathan, who had once been so confident at the business table, was now utterly dispirited. "If Isabella doesn't withdraw from this competition, I will most likely lose. In the werewolf - centered business - defeat - prediction and vulnerability - admission, this is his lament." Victoria’s face turned as pale as a ghost. If Nathan lost, it meant their relationship would fall apart too, just as a pack breaks up when its alpha is defe
In the werewolf - centered world, where emotions ran as wild as a pack on a hunt, Thea suddenly removed her glasses. Her eyes, enhanced by light makeup, sparkled with anger and malice, much like a werewolf showing its fangs. "Try hitting me," she took a step forward, presenting her defiant face directly to Nathan’s fist. Nathan was taken aback by her cold glare and slowly lowered his fist, as if facing a more powerful werewolf in a dominance stand - off. "A pair of foolish old fools," Thea bit out, cursing under her breath. Seeing Nathan take a hit, Victoria quickly intervened. "Bella, we’re family. Families don’t hold grudges. What you’re doing is irrational. After all, the prosperity of Nathan benefits you too. If he falls, you’ll have no one to rely on. In the werewolf - centered family - bond - plea and practical - reasoning, this is her attempt to persuade." She reached for Isabe
In the werewolf - centered world, where the pack's social hierarchy and business rivalries were as complex as a moon - lit forest, Theo couldn't help but chuckle lightly when he saw Victoria. "I thought the designer hired by the heir was some big shot. Turns out it’s your sweetheart, huh? In the werewolf - centered mockery - of - nepotism and exposure - of - favoritism, this is his taunt." His teasing exposed Nathan’s foolishness for favoring relationship over merit, much like a wolf choosing a weak packmate over a stronger one due to personal ties.This, in fact, was the very thing Master Sanchez despised, as a werewolf alpha values strength and ability above all.Victoria eagerly handed her design portfolio to Master Sanchez. "Master Sanchez, please take a look." Master Sanchez placed his teacup slowly on the table and took Victoria's portfolio. He opened to the first page. The entire p