"Yes, Scarlett, I lost my memories, and it's been less than a week since I woke up." Aron showed a sad face as he continued, "Even Aron's not my true name, since I don't remember my own."

As Aron's words hung in the air, a sense of heaviness filled the chamber. The girls looked at him with a mixture of concern and sympathy, realizing the weight of his words.

"I see." Scarlett lowered her head and gazed at the water, lost in her thoughts.

Aron glanced at the ceiling, sighing heavily. "Sometimes I have the feeling that I'm being punished for something I did in the past. I guess I was an evil man."

" NO!" Pethra, Kasumi, Freya, and Luna immediately yelled.

"Don't say that, Master. You're not an evil man." Kasumi was surprisingly angry at Aron, and the girls nodded in agreement with her.

"Maybe, but being trapped in a coffin, and the moment I woke up, the cave collapsed on my head. Whoever trapped me there went the extra mile just to prevent me from escaping." Aron closed his eyes for a moment.

"For me, I felt that the cave was my prison, and the engraving on the coffin marked me as one of the deceivers."

Silence fell once again as the girls took their time understanding the meaning behind Aron's words.

"An evil man won't spare my life and show me new ways to use my magic." Pethra broke the silence as she gently placed her hand on Aron's cheek, glancing at him with loving eyes and a warm smile.

"An evil man won't risk his life saving women and children from slavery and a terrifying fate, and I..." She leaned close to him and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips. "...Won't give my heart to an evil man."

Aron's eyes widened in surprise, his heart skipping a beat at Pethra's words and her tender kiss. The chamber seemed to hold its breath, as if time itself had frozen. Freya, Kasumi, and Luna exchanged glances, their hearts filled with a mix of emotions—love, hope, and newfound determination.

"Little witch—" Aron was about to speak, but then, out of nowhere, Freya held his head with both hands and forced him to turn towards her.

"I don't care if your past is evil or not. What matters to me is 'now.' And like our blonde little mage here, I too give you my heart."

"..hmm!."

Freya didn't allow Aron to speak, as she quickly sealed his lips in a passionate kiss. She took longer than a minute without caring about the death stares from Pethra, Kasumi, and, surprisingly, Luna.

Enjoying the warm and passionate kiss with the man that Freya gave her heart to, she let her instincts guide her, as every fiber of her being desired this man. Freya wrapped her arms around his neck and dropped all her weight onto his chest. Aron's heart raced as he felt the softness against his chest, realizing that Freya had pressed her body against him in the heat of the moment.

Aron instinctively held her waist, pulling her closer to him. He didn't know why, but a desire inside his chest kept urging him to feel more of the woman in his arms—her heartbeat, breath, warmth, and touch.

Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in their passionate embrace. Freya poured her love, desire and trust into the kiss, expressing her unwavering commitment to Aron

'He doesn't care that I'm defective and accepts me for who I am.' A small, unnoticeable tear fell from her eye.

Freya used to dream about this moment—to find someone who accepted her—ever since her kin expelled her from the clan. They were merciful enough not to kill her because she was the chief's daughter. However, no matter what, a werewolf who couldn't take the wolf form had no place in the clan.

As they finally broke the kiss, a hushed silence filled the bath, the air heavy with the remnants of their passion. Freya looked into Aron's eyes, her own filled with love and adoration.

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"Will you allow me to place my mark on you?"

Aron held her tightly, wrapping his arms around her protectively. He didn't want to let her go or lose this new warm feeling that he was experiencing right now.

"And how are you going to place it?" he asked.

Freya smiled and brought her face close to his neck.

"I'll bite you, then I'll drink a small amount of your blood, and after that, a mark will be placed on you. Sorry, I can't explain it more than this. It's all based on instinct."

A chill ran down Aron's spine when he felt Freya's warm breath brush against his neck. He whispered in her ear, "I trust you, Freya. Go ahead and place your mark."

Freya's lips curled into a seductive smile, her fangs became slightly longer and sharper, her eyes glowed in blue, and with a surge of instinctual energy, Freya sank her teeth into Aron's neck.

'With this, you're mine and I'm yours.'

The wolf chooses only one partner in his life, and werewolves are no different. The act of placing a mark on someone is highly sacred to a werewolf. It's a bond of love, trust, and commitment to one another, and Freya chose Aron as her partner, permanently sealing her fate with him.

"!!!" Freya's eyes widened as she drank his blood. It was only a small amount, but she felt her body heating up, sensing a surge of energy coursing through her veins. She held tightly to Aron as her fingernails grew longer, piercing his back.

She found it extremely difficult to control her mana, however she must control it in order to finish placing her mark.

"!!!" Aron opened his eyes instantly when he felt Freya's mana entering his body. His eyes glowed in red, and his pupils became thin like a reptile—or in this case, a dragon.

[Warning: A foreign mana has entered your system.]

[Defense Skill: Pride Passive is taking effect, preventing mana from entering.]

'No,' Aron shouted in his head. Freya accepted him, and he accepted her, and if she wants to give him her mark, he's going to welcome it.

'I feel... strange,' Aron began to lose consciousness for some reason.

'She's OURS forever!' A deep voice suddenly shouted in Aron's head. He immediately recognized the voice—it was the beast of shadow and flame inside him. At that moment, the beast took over Aron's body.

"Aaah!...I'm done. Your...your blood is delicious, Aron, and I'm not even a vampire," Freya chuckled with a flushed face, leaning on Aron's shoulder and catching her breath.

"Grrr..."

"Hmm?" Hearing no response, Freya turned to face Aron, only to be met with bright crimson, dragon-like eyes. Aron instantly grabbed the back of her head and turned it slightly to the side, exposing her neck.

"!!!" Freya was caught off guard as Aron bit her neck. She tried to resist him, but instead of pain, a wave of intense pleasure washed over her. Freya could feel his essence merging with her own, a connection between them forming and growing stronger with each passing moment.

She felt everything—his power, thoughts, and emotions. His overwhelming desire washed over her reasoning, and Freya's primal instinct took control. She bit him again, drinking his blood.

"..."

Raum and the girls couldn't help but blush, their faces turning red at the sight of Aron and Freya's intimate exchange. The raw passion and connection between them was undeniable, and the girls found themselves drawn into the intensity of the moment.

"W-W-What is happening to them?" Kamusi broke the awkward silence, pointing with trembling fingers at Aron and Freya.

"M-Master and Freya-dono… Are they? No, it can't be?"

"Tsk… This is taking too long," Pethra mumbled in irritation. She didn't like it when other women approached Aron, even these girls who were now supposed to be her new sisters. Luna hid her face underwater, and Scarlett displayed a smile. "I'm happy for you, Freya."

[Y@# ha&e =#ced a Dr??@# mark]

A system message kept appearing in front of Aron; however, he didn't care about it and kept biting Freya's neck. A few seconds later, he regained his senses and immediately released his bite.

'W-What happened to me?'

Aron didn't know what was wrong with him. At some point, his vision went black, and after that, he found himself biting Freya.

He felt bad seeing the bite mark on her neck, but he forgot that instantly when he saw that Freya was biting him and drinking his blood as if she was thirsty or something.

"Freya." Aron tried to push her away. The moment he tried, Freya tightened her grip on him, refusing to let him go. Aron sighed and let her do as she liked, seeing that the amount of blood didn't affect him much.

Aron glanced at the girls and saw their blushing faces. "What's wrong, girls?"

"!!!" The girls panicked and avoided his gaze. They didn't want to answer him, admitting their desire to be at Freya's place right now.

Kasumi bit her lips hard. 'I need to be bold, or my master won't glance at me like that.'

She wished to receive the same look that Aron had given Freya moments ago. That look of desire and obsessive love.

Pethra felt the same way, even though she had received that look from Aron. But she wanted more. She wanted to hug him, kiss him, feel his warmth, heartbeat, and touch. She wanted everything.

Luna didn't know her desire; everything was new to her. Scarlett was the least affected by these thoughts. She respected Aron and trusted him, but acting like Freya brought back bad memories, causing her to close herself off from the inside.

Choosing to switch subjects, Scarlett shared a certain piece of information with Aron.

"Boss, I may have a solution to your memory loss."