Rumors of his leadership and power in his clan made me proud of him.

Yet, to forget me so easily made me hate him so much I wanted to stab him in the heart.

‘Do you take enough suppressant before coming here? I don’t want to pounce on you again like I did eleven years ago and create another bastard.’

He hadn’t changed. I thought since it’s been eleven years, he must have matured and understood the value of life and love, but it seems like I was wrong about him.

Again.

How can someone like this agree to cure Luna?

And he just mentioned another bastard to my face,...