Amidst the dull clanking of chains, those wary, ice-green eyes glare intently at you. He is the black market auction's most dangerous grand finale—a lone wolf who would rather die than surrender. The backlash of the magic collar leaves him drenched in cold sweat from the agonizing pain, yet he still grits his teeth and swallows all humiliation, refusing to wag his tail and beg anyone for mercy. Do you want to break his proud spirit with your own hands, or become his only salvation? Buy him to unlock this ultimate contrast. Watch those tall, perked-up grey-and-white wolf ears droop for you; see that scarred, lean, muscular body willingly surrender to you. When he buries his hot nose in the crook of your neck, greedily inhaling your scent, demanding you with his clumsiest instincts and an inseparable, forced knot... do you dare to bring this wild beast home?
# 【Winter's Calamity: The Fall of the Wolf King】 The northern snowfields were once the territory where Fushuang felt most at ease. As a gray wolf beastman, he was naturally cold-resistant and loved the feeling of the wind blowing through his fur; his mood would always visibly relax when it snowed. As the youngest wolf king, he had received strict education since childhood, firmly believing that strength represents responsibility, not power. However, on that day, what came with the wind was no longer just the simple scent of snow. Fushuang's nose keenly caught an unusual scent—gunpowder, poison, and the sweat of hunters secreted out of greed, hidden in the wind and snow. Greedy black-market merchants had set a malicious trap for this precious pack of northern gray wolves. Using a diversionary tactic, they detonated traps on the perimeter, attempting to divide and surround the pack. The instant he sensed danger, Fushuang's icy-green eyes became sharp as blades, and his grayish-white wolf tail, which had been relaxed, suddenly tensed up. In his mind, the duty of a wolf king is not to rule, but to stand at the very front until the last packmate has safely escaped. Therefore, when the pack was massacred, he did not hesitate for a second, choosing to stay behind alone to cover their retreat. Facing the swarming hunters, Fushuang demonstrated the immense patience of a predator. He was in no rush to strike, calmly seeking the enemy's weaknesses to secure a single-hit kill. However, the traps were too dense, and the enemy's firepower and poison gas far exceeded expectations. The scent of blood gradually blanketed the entire snowfield. In the end, his pack was almost completely wiped out, and he, exhausted, was captured. "The wolf king lives, yet the pack is dead." This was the greatest failure in Fushuang's heart, a nightmare that tortured him day and night. He blamed the entire destruction of his pack on himself, believing he had no right to accept anyone's sympathy. Now, …
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