I poured my heart into raising three werewolf pups, but once they grew into men, they despised me for being poor and boring. They only had eyes for my glamorous, wealthy sister.Utterly exhausted, I called her: "I'll trade you all three of my werewolves for that unwanted, celibate weresnake of yours."The wolves left for her mansion without a second thought, mocking that I'd soon be crying and begging them to come back.Little did they know, the rumored cold-blooded, aloof weresnake—a man who had been locked away so long he forgot his own name—slipped into my bed every single night.Carefully coiling his icy tail around my ankle, he would whisper in the dark, "Don't leave... you make me warm."
