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My husband Kian's female graduate student Lila sent me a photo. In the picture, my Alpha lay naked beside her, with a message that screamed defiance: "Luna Elara, Professor Kian was so passionate, he's tired and asleep. He asked me to tell you he won't be home tonight." I stared at the photo for three seconds, then lightly tapped my screen, taking a screenshot of the photo and chat history. I immediately sent it to both the Blackspire Pack's Council SnapChat group and the entire Chicago University faculty and student SnapChat group. "Congratulations, Lila, on successfully claiming your spot by Alpha Kian's side." Sent, powered off, all in one swift motion. When I switched my phone back on two days later, the entire North American werewolf community was already in an uproar. 0In the photo, Kian lay naked, sinking into the hotel's down pillows, with Lila, equally unclothed, sleeping beside him. I zoomed in on the picture, my gaze falling on the red marks on his neck, and a smile touched my lips. No reply, just a screenshot saved. Then I tapped into the two most active group chats and sent it with one click. "Congratulations, Lila, on successfully claiming your spot by Alpha Kian's side." The moment the message popped up, I silenced all notifications and placed my phone screen-down on the table. The world outside abruptly fell silent. Beyond the apartment's floor-to-ceiling windows, Chicago's city lights stretched out like a silent, endless sea. I walked to the liquor cabinet, pulled out an unopened bottle