When Lumi was kicked out of her pack, the chief gave her three reasons. Weak bloodline. Bad manners. Too much appetite. Lumi thought the first two were debatable. The third one… fine. Guilty. She could eat enough for five werewolves in one sitting. Three days later, starving and desperate, Lumi finally found a caregiver job that promised food and a place to sleep. Perfect. Life-saving. Possibly blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. Then she got lost on her first day. And found a paralyzed man trying to crawl off a cliff. He was furious. His wheelchair looked insanely expensive. Lumi was very, very hungry. So she made the only reasonable choice. She picked up the wheelchair with one hand, threw the man over her shoulder with the other, and carried him home. That day, every leopard-shifter in the city watched a low-rank werewolf girl march through the street with their fallen black panther war god on her shoulder. Then she kicked open the doors of House Vaelthorn and asked, “Is the boss here? I saved your lord. Can I get one tiny little meal?” Only later did Lumi realize the man she had dragged back from death was Kyran Vaelthorn. Leopard Alpha. Black panther war god. Paralyzed, cursed, cruel, and determined to die. He had driven away every caregiver before her. He wanted no comfort, no pity, and no reason to live. Unfortunately for him, Lumi was terrible at giving up. Even more unfortunately, she was his fated mate. Now the whole manor has one question: How does a hungry low-rank werewolf girl save a broken Alpha who does not want to be saved?