It was the day of the Werewolves' Hunting Festival. I found my mate three months prior.During the festival, the male werewolves presented their captured prey to their mates as a display of their strength and devotion.But my mate, Chris Ashwood, looked at me and said, "There are so many outstanding Alphas here. Why don't you just give up on me and choose someone else?"I nodded calmly. "Alright." Chris froze when I agreed without hesitation. He clearly didn't expect such an indifferent response. His hand, which was loading his hunting rifle, came to an abrupt stop.He raised his gaze to look at me, his expression unreadable. "Fiora Wilson, did you hear what I just said?"I met his eyes and nodded sincerely. "I heard you."A bullet slipped through his fingers, falling to the ground with a dull thud. His expression was one of pure confusion.In my previous life, when Chris said those words to me, I burst into tears, sobbing pitifully. I even threatened him, saying, "If you dare
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