Half a year ago, my mother was diagnosed with advanced gastric cancer. She was a human, and naturally, her body was weaker compared to werewolves. Knowing her time was short, her dying wish was to see me marry the man I loved. Desperate to fulfill her wish, I begged Travis for the wedding, even kneeling before him. But he believed my mother was feigning illness to coerce him into marriage. Maybe he always thought little of me.
I fell for Travis the moment I saw him. It was a coincidence that I saved him before. Perhaps it was the reason why he agreed to be with me. Despite knowing he wasn't my fated mate, I pursued him relentlessly for four years, even though I knew his preference for obedient women. I molded myself to his liking, yielding to his every whim. Yet, whenever he was with Solana, he showed a tenderness I never knew he possessed.
Solana could be playful, affectionate, and hold his hand—things I had longed to do but never dared. Once, I tried to imitate her playful demeanor, only for Travis to push me away coldly. "Amari, this doesn’t suit you," he said, humiliating me in front of others.