Love is a game for the brave, but I feel like a loser.

I had put everything on the table, only to be met with rejection, betrayal, and even a gunshot.

So I quit.

I moved to a new place, started a new life, and even began dating a new guy.

I enjoyed my peaceful life like a normal human being.

However, I later discovered that my creepy stalker was actually my mate, whom I had thought was dead long ago.

And the new guy I had dated turned out to be a vampire assassin who didn’t want my love, but my life.

My mate saved me, even though all I wanted from him was for him to stay away.

But I couldn’t help feeling my heart ache when I heard he had fallen into the vampires’ trap.

Why did I want to go back and fight for the pack?

And this time, will my bravery win the game?…