I was kidnapped into the werewolf world by the Entity.

It said that if I could win the affection of any one of the male Alphas, it would send me home.

So, I gave my emotional bond to Philip Hughes, the Alpha who had no emotional connection to anyone.

I gave part of my wolf’s strength to Mac Bennett, the Beta who couldn’t naturally shift.

Finally, I transfused a portion of my blood to Cameron Gibson, the young Gamma struggling to control his wolf.

For five hundred years, I poured everything I had into each of them, giving them pieces of myself.

Yet, it was all for nothing when Alina Woods shed a single tear.

Finally, the Entity declared my failure:

["Host, if you die at the hands of any one of these males, I can send you back to your original world."]

At those words, I, who had been waiting for death, suddenly opened my eyes.

I unsheathed my claws and went straight to one of them.

Just as the Entity thought I would let him end my life,

I swung down and slashed into Philip’s chest.

…

"Everly, this blood isn’t enough. Alina’s mark ceremony is approaching, and she needs more of your blood."

With that, Mac Bennett, my once-beloved Beta, ignored my already battered arm and slashed my wrist with a knife.

I squinted, trying to focus on the face of the man who once swore to love me forever, and whispered, "Mac—"

But he didn’t soften. Instead, he frowned and quickened the pace of drawing my blood.

At that moment, the Entity’s cold voice echoed in my mind:

["Host, the last target’s affection level is in the negatives. The mission is a complete failure."]

["You will be erased in three days."]

I closed my eyes, tears streaming down my face.

Five hundred years ago, I was sleeping peacefully at home when the Entity dragged me into this world and forced me to win the hearts of four Alpha males.

All these years, I’ve been driven by its demands, trying desperately to complete the task.

But no matter how much I gave, they still didn’t love me.

The overwhelming bitterness and sorrow surged in my chest, and my eyes burned with unshed tears.

I struggled to sit up, wanting to ask Mac if he had ever loved me, even a little.

But my body was too weak. Before I could speak, I collapsed back onto the bed, unconscious.

When I woke again, it was pitch black outside.

The Entity’s voice, smooth and coaxing, filled my mind:

["Host, because of your exceptional performance, I’ve made a special request. If you die at the hands of any one of these males, I can send you back to your original world, even if just for a few minutes to see your parents."]

I stared blankly, taking a long moment to process its words.

"You mean, even if I go back, I can’t live my life, go to college, or take care of my parents?"

The Entity’s tone was cold, but I detected a hint of mockery:

["Of course, Host. You failed the mission. I had to make a special appeal just to let your soul return for a few minutes. Don’t be ungrateful."]

At those words, the last glimmer of hope in my heart died.

All these years, I gave everything, devoted myself completely, only to end up like this.

I closed my eyes, silent, waiting for death.

After a while, the Entity spoke again:

["Host, please die at the hands of any one of the males as soon as possible."]

["Host, please die at the hands of any one of the males as soon as possible."]

["…"]

The constant blood loss and the Entity’s relentless repetition made my temples throb as if they would explode.

Was there truly no escape from death?

No matter how hard I tried, was I destined to die?

I opened my eyes sharply.

If that’s the case, then what do I have to fear?

With that thought, I summoned my claws, sharp and deadly.

I gripped them tightly and marched to Philip’s room, throwing the door open.

["Host, let the Alpha end your life, and I’ll take you to see your parents… What—"]

["Host, have you lost your mind?! What are you doing?!"]

Before the Entity could finish its coaxing words, I swung down and slashed into Philip’s bed.

The moment my claws retracted, I knew the bed was empty.

I used my hand to flip back the sheets, revealing the disheveled bedspread and a large, unmistakable stain in the center—proof of the night’s recklessness.

From the ensuite, the sound of rushing water reached my ears.

I scoffed. These so-called Alphas, always so righteous on the surface.

“Everly and Alina are both my pupils, raised under my care. I would never show favoritism.”

Oh, he didn’t show favoritism, did he? He just spent the night tangled up with his youngest disciple, lost in their own world.

Ignoring my wolf’s frantic warnings in my mind, I flexed my claws and marched into the bathroom.

The room was warm, filled with steam that clung to every surface.

As I pulled back the shower curtain, their lips parted abruptly, their expressions frozen in shock.

“Ah—!”

Six eyes met, and the reactions were priceless.

“Everly Shaw, get out!” Philip roared, his Alpha tone booming with authority.

Alina Woods quickly sank deeper into the water, only her wide, tearful eyes visible above the surface.

“M-master,” she stammered, her voice trembling. “Why are you here?”

Seeing Alina’s panic, Philip’s anger flared.

A bar of soap hurled toward me, striking my forehead with a sickening thud. Blood instantly streamed down my face, painting me like some vengeful specter.

“Everly, I’ve spared your life not so you could invade my privacy like this,” he growled, his voice laced with menace.

I wiped the blood from my cheek, smearing it across my face like war paint.

“If I’m here to spy on your shower,” I sneered, pointing at Alina, “then what’s she here for? To scrub your back out of filial piety?”

My words were laced with venom, and Philip’s face darkened.

“Watch your tongue. Don’t you dare tarnish your sister’s reputation.”

“We were just… strengthening our pack bond,” Alina interjected, her voice soft but steady.

I nodded mockingly. “Of course, Alina is always pure and virtuous. So pure that after a night together, she’s still untouched, right?”

The air in the room turned frigid, the steam crystallizing into frost on the tiles.

Philip’s aura intensified, the Alpha tone in his voice cutting through the tension.

He was ready to kill me.

But I didn’t falter. Instead, I bared my claws, my knuckles white with the force of my grip.

Just as the tension reached its peak, Alina leapt from the tub, water cascading off her as she pleaded with me.

“Master, it’s my fault. I’m weak, and my training hasn’t been enough. Alpha Hughes was just… helping me improve my skills.”

Her words only fueled Philip’s protectiveness.

“Everly, if you had even half the consideration of Alina, I might have let you live today.”

His Alpha aura pressed down on me, but I refused to buckle.

Instead, I laughed—a bitter, hollow sound.

“Alpha Hughes, if I’m not considerate enough, then give me back what’s mine!”

Before he could react, I lunged at him, my hand clamping down on his arm.

My fingers pressed against his chest, and I summoned the bond I had once foolishly given him.

At first, Philip seemed unbothered, but then his face contorted in pain. He coughed violently, blood spilling from his lips.

“What are you doing, Everly? Stop this!”

He struggled, but he couldn’t break free.

From deep within him, a thread of energy—my emotional bond—began to unravel. It slithered from his chest to his arm, then through his fingertips, before reconnecting with me.

My wounds healed instantly, and my presence shifted, radiating newfound strength.

Philip’s eyes widened in shock.

“The bond… you’re taking it back?”

I smirked, my voice dripping with disdain.

“Alpha Hughes, you’ve been using my bond for so long, you’ve forgotten it was never yours to keep.”