How I Raised My Wolf Husband

At the very moment before her death, the princess could hardly believe that she herself would be the one responsible for bringing down the dynasty and destroying the kingdom!

If, when she was eight, she hadn't left the palace and returned with a boy raised by a she-wolf,

if she hadn't taught him to read and write, hadn't taught him how to be a "person,"

if she hadn't whipped him, joined her royal brothers in mocking and taunting him, and, even after teaching him how to be a "person," continued to treat him like an animal, locking him in a cage, letting him grow so hungry he was near death, then teasing him with food until she laughed herself breathless...

if she hadn't carelessly let him escape...

Then years later, he wouldn't have become a powerful Grand Commander, with countless military victories to his name, and destroyed the dynasty in one fell swoop.

She knew he had come to take revenge on her.

Given a second life, she planned to find that wolf boy and kill him without mercy!

But when the crucial moment came, she just couldn't do it!

Fine. If she couldn't kill him, she could at least get rid of him.

She abandoned him for the thirty-eighth time. Every time, he managed to find his way home. With the embroidered handkerchief the princess had deliberately tossed aside for him to fetch clenched in his mouth, he traveled through countless mountains and rivers, over a thousand miles, and still found his way back to her. Then he lowered his head and begged her to smooth his fur and praise him. At that moment, her heart softened.

Fine. She couldn't get rid of him. Surely she could at least treat him better from now on, instead of being so ungrateful?

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