My Ex Mate Turned Me Into a Blood Bag for His Bride

In a desperate bid to save my father, I turned to Luen, my childhood friend who had become a top-notch scientist. I thought that the bond we shared as kids would make him love me deeply even now. But as soon as we reunited, he brandished a silver cross and pressed it against my chest without a second thought. Werewolves are deathly afraid of silver; the moment it touches their skin, they’re consumed by excruciating pain. I pleaded with Luen to take the cross away, writhing in agony. But instead, he stood there, his arm around a woman in a red dress, relishing the sight of my torment. “Look at her, sweetheart. She’s like a pathetic little dog begging for scraps.” It was only then that I realized he had gotten married long before our reunion. His wife leaned into him, watching me with a mocking smile that sent chills down my spine. “This little torture doesn’t even compare to the agony of losing your parents, dear. You’re far too kind,” she said dismissively. Months ago, Luen’s parents had been brutally murdered after receiving a letter from my father, the horrific wounds all pointing to the work of Werewolves. Because of that, Luen harbored a seething hatred for me, pulling various…

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