The Elf Who Stole My Heart

While exploring the wilderness, my younger sister—Charlotte Forrester—and I accidentally stumble onto the territory of supernatural beings.

She grabs the hand of the noble, elegant male elf, her posture coy and intimate.

Before I can react, a wolfman with a scar on his face wraps his arm around my waist and leads me away.

Charlotte, who judges others by appearance, is unaware that the male elf—Elwin Duskwood—belongs to a tribe of half-elves. Half-elves are beautiful but possess no real capabilities. They are considered a marginalized group among elves and struggle to make ends meet every day.

On the other hand, the wolfman—Morgan Nightshade—is a mid-tier wolf tribe's Highlord. After giving birth to an extremely rare silver wolf for him, I have become the Highlady of the tribe. I'm respected by everyone in the tribe and feast on delicacies every day.

Meanwhile, Charlotte becomes emaciated after suffering from starvation for several months. When she sees how plump I am, she goes insane from jealousy. While the wolf tribe is entertaining guests at a banquet, she uses poison to kill me.

The next time I open my eyes, Charlotte and I are back at the moment we first entered the supernatural beings' territory by mistake.

Charlotte immediately hugs Morgan by the waist and kisses him. She showers him with flattery about his strength, calling him the man of her dreams.

I can't help but laugh out loud.

Silly Charlotte. As a wolfman, Morgan is ill-tempered, and he easily loses control of his emotions. He also becomes even more bloodthirsty after transforming. It's not all sunshine and rainbows being his mate.

"Your muscles look so cool. I accidentally walked into this place and got lost… This place looks dangerous. Can you please protect me?" asked my younger sister, Charlotte Forrester.

When I saw her hugging the amber-eyed wolfman and going as far as to act coy, I knew that she'd been reborn alongside me.

Said wolfman, Morgan Nightshade, stood at around six feet and six inches tall. His upper body was bare, leaving his muscles and the bloodstains on them in full view. In our past life, Charlotte had been so frightened by the sight of him that she'd hurriedly backed away.

Instead, when she'd seen the tall, well-proportioned, pointy-eared elf with a gentle temperament—Elwin Duskwood—she'd grabbed his hand and refused to let go no matter what.

Charlotte was obsessed with handsome men. She'd been attracted by Elwin at first glance and chose to follow him without hesitation.

In our previous life, in order to prevent me from challenging her for Elwin, she'd said to me with all seriousness, "You're taller than me, Minnie. That wolfman looks like a better match for you in terms of stature. He'll take good care of you."

After our reincarnation, she switched up her lines. "I've never seen such a handsome man, Minnie. This pointy-eared man must be one of the elves of legend.

"To thank you for your care, I'll let you have this handsome man.