My Master Regrets Forcing Me to Marry in Her Place

One day, I got drunk and let my true feelings slip, only to meet his disgusted gaze. “Betraying your master and ancestors.” “Shameless and immoral.” He spat out those words coldly, then sent me to the Northern Desert to marry into the wolf clan in place of my junior sister. Three hundred years later, he came dressed in white and stained with blood, having crushed the Northern Desert wolf clan beneath his heel. Standing over my husband's bones, he said he would take me home. I held my sword to my own throat, my gaze numb. “You're joking, Immortal Lord. My husband was the leader of the wolf clan. Now that he's gone, I should join him. That's the only way I can go home.”