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Lyra frowned when she saw what the gray wolf had dragged back to the tribe with great effort.

"Help him!" the Alpha roared, thrilled.

First, because he’d finally get that annoying woman off his son’s back, and second, because what a great catch!

If he’d known that competing for females would push the males to hunt like suicidal maniacs, he would’ve done it sooner!

Ran shifted into his human form, puffed up by all the admiration and stares—everyone already saw him as the winner.

"Ran, how did you manage to hunt this giant?!"

"Ran, don’t you wanna be my mate?!"

"Yeah, Ran, look! I’ve got nothing to envy that foreign female!"

The warrior looked at the women throwing themselves at him with disgust.

Maybe before he would’ve been flattered, but who told them that with those dark spots, yellow teeth, and greasy, tangled hair they could even compare to Lyra’s beauty?

Still, as he walked toward the woman he already considered his, he remembered Verak’s proposal.

But Ran was in heaven