---- The Blackwood family? They were nothing more than dogs beneath my feet. Under my suppression over these years, the Blackwood clan no longer deserved to be called royalty. Every werewolf bearing the Blackwood name despised Damon. If not for him, they would still be noble Alphas instead of being scorned by all werewolves. On the day of my coronation ceremony as head of the elder council, I walked through the streets wearing my crown. Every werewolf looked at me with envious admiration. Damon and Serena were no different. I stood in my unreachable high position. But I never expected Damon would have the audacity to approach me! ---- "Aria, I've atoned for ten years now. Surely you can forgive me?" "T've been punished enough. Can we go back to how things were before?" I couldn't be bothered to listen to his idiotic rambling. I had no idea what had blinded me in the past to make me fall for him. "Damon! Has your brain been stuffed with dog shit?" I turned and walked away. Naturally, someone competent would handle cleaning him up for me. Damon was pathetically driven away. "You dare to covet the Child of the Moon? Know your place!" "Lowest-ranking wolf! You really love to dream, don't you? If I were the Child of the Moon, I would have killed you long ago instead of letting you live until now!" ---- Damon wandered the streets in despair. Even though he had regained his freedom, not a single werewolf respected him. Everyone knew what that face of his had done. Damon could no longer bear all those strange looks. He could only hide himself in the filthy garbage dump. But while scavenging for food in the dump, he unexpectedly encountered Serena. When enemies meet, their hatred burns especially bright. The former lovers now fought viciously over a single bite of food. "Damon! For the sake of the two children I bore you, give this to me!" Serena shouldn't have mentioned the children. The moment she did, Damon thought of our son. " ---- You killed our boy! Serena, you're the bitch who caused this! If not for you, how would I have fallen to this state!" If their fighting hadn't been so loud that it alerted the dump supervisor, Damon probably would have killed Serena right then and there. From that day forward, Damon grew increasingly filled with regret. He hated himself for hurting his beloved for the sake of a half-breed Omega. Otherwise, he would be the one standing in that high position! But... fate was cruel in its mockery.