My Sister Stole My Mate

When I returned home, I saw my sister in the living room, tending to her arms.

Her arms were covered in needle-like wounds—the kind I had all over my body in my previous life.

Seeing me, she quickly lowered her sleeves. Even though pain drained the color from her face, she still lifted her head high, proud.

"Lex was so passionate just now. He said he'd love me forever," she said.

I thought she was both foolish and childish. To satisfy her ridiculous need to win in front of me, she even had to pretend.

No one knew Lex better than I did.

In my previous life, after marrying him, he had indeed treated me well at first. But it didn't last. He became a different person—each night, a demon.

Tonight, because of my sister's reckless words, he had been scolded by Kane. He must have been furious. And that's why he took it out on my sister.

By the time Kane returned, it was already past midnight.

I wisely curled up on the small sofa beside the bed.

He didn't so much as glance at me, took a shower, and went straight to sleep.

Kane wasn't heartless.

I had read about cases like his in psychology books. He must have experienced some trauma in the past that left his mind fractured. He trusted no one, only himself. So he disguised himself as a violent, aggressive person, while inside, he was fragile.

In my previous life, I had tried to understand how to deal with a madman like him. But I had only gotten through part of them before my sister killed me.

Luckily, the books I had read were about cases like Kane's.

I got up to make a medicinal soup, carefully bringing it to him.

"Kane, you've had a long day. Drink this to replenish your strength," I said.

Inside the soup were herbs to calm the mind, along with ingredients that would help him gradually fall in love with me. All the herbs were collected from the mountains, chosen to help him control his emotions and, eventually, to grow fond of me.

In my previous life, I had studied medicine extensively because I was always injured. That's how I knew these herbs.

But Kane refused to acknowledge my effort. He shifted into his wolf form and climbed onto the bed, then started meditating.

I had to manipulate him a little.

"I simmered this soup over low heat for a long time. I didn't let anyone else drink it even though they asked to have a sip. Since you don't want it, I'll give it away," I said.

No reaction.

I gritted my teeth and tried again. "Those were just some harmless gossip directed at the future Luna. No biggie. I can withstand them."

I deliberately emphasized the words "Luna."

Sure enough, he opened his eyes, shifted back into human form, and snatched the soup, drinking it in one go.

I smiled in satisfaction, boldly stroking his tail.

"Kane, can I sleep with you every night?"

"No!"

He swished his tail and knocked me away.

I didn't provoke him further and obediently returned to the sofa to sleep.

The next morning, I made him another batch of soup. Perhaps to avoid my nagging, he took it and drank it without a word.

After a few days of this medicinal soup, his temper calmed considerably.

Thinking of how uncontrollable he had been in my previous life, with no one to help him, I actually felt some pity for him.

Now that I was his mate, I would naturally do everything I could to heal his psychological wounds.

Of course, I also had my own selfish motives—I wanted to rely on him and spend this life peacefully.

But giving him this soup alone wouldn't be enough. I would need a second step for my plan.