My Made‑Up Werewolf Mate Sent Me Gifts Chapter 02

My Made‑Up Werewolf Mate Sent Me Gifts Chapter 02: Not a Hallucination
One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, hundred thousand, million.

One million.

One million had been deposited into my account.

I thought it was a prank.

But when I opened my bank account page, there really was an extra one million.

The note read:

[Sweetie, happy birthday.]

The man’s words from my dream surfaced in my mind.

I froze in my seat, feeling as if my entire worldview had collapsed.

“Vee? What’s wrong?” Jenna nudged me.

I quickly turned my phone face down.

“N-nothing.”

Oh my God.

What the hell was going on?

Where did this one million come from?

“Vee, did you get a tattoo?” Jenna touched the back of my neck. “Did you do it after work yesterday? It kind of looks like a mark…”

My heart jolted.

I grabbed a mirror.

A wolf-head mark had appeared on the back of my neck out of nowhere.

Silver.

Right where the burning had been.

Damn it.

Whoever was doing this better not let me catch them.

“Uh… yeah. It’s a tattoo. I passed a tattoo shop after work last night and got it on impulse.”

While handling Jenna, I pulled on a hoodie to cover the mark.

“Oh! I saw it on your desk calendar. Today’s your birthday. You got a tattoo to celebrate, right? That’s bold. So how are you celebrating?” Jenna asked casually.

I quietly picked up my phone and looked at my account balance again.

I had never used anything that “Mate” sent.

But were these things real?

For example, could I spend this one million?

I took a deep breath.

“Everyone, it’s my birthday today. Dinner’s on me.”

My coworkers immediately cheered.

Someone asked, “Vee, you’re not celebrating with your Mate?”

I made up an excuse.

“He’s on a business trip lately.”

Then I sent a restaurant address in the group chat.

Jenna was shocked.

“Vee, you’re treating us to somewhere this expensive?”

I smiled and said nothing.

But I was still worried.

What if the money could not be spent?

Facts proved my worries were unnecessary.

Watching me pay a bill of over ten thousand dollars without blinking, my coworkers were stunned.

“Vee, what exactly does your Mate do? He’s so rich!”

“You’ve been hiding deep. We really couldn’t tell.”

Jenna ordered a cake and put a birthday hat on my head.

When the candles were lit, I closed my eyes.

Thinking of all the bizarre things that had happened recently, an absurd thought came to me.

Could I have a superpower?

Could whatever I wished for become real?

Then I might as well test something big.

With that thought, I silently repeated in my heart:

I want a lot of money.

A lot, a lot of money.

Then I opened my eyes and blew out the candles.

That night, after I washed up and lay in bed, I saw an unread message.

I sat up sharply, clenched my fist, and opened it.

Then I saw another deposit in my account.

This number was even longer than the one in the morning.

My heart pounded.

I counted it.

One hundred million.

The note read:

[Sweetie, I’ll give you a lot, a lot of money.]

This was unbelievable.

I got out of bed and paced around several times, feeling as if I were dreaming.

Did I really have a wish-granting superpower?

But that was not scientific at all.

After calming down, I still felt something was wrong.

Would the police notice income this large?

Would bad people target me if I suddenly became rich?

Being rich felt amazing.

But I really did not dare spend this money.

After thinking it over, I decided to go to the police tomorrow.

If they could trace the source, great.

If not, at least there would be a record.

Yes.

That was the plan.

I took several deep breaths and comforted myself.

Then I lay back down and was about to put my phone away to sleep.

Suddenly, my hand jerked, and I opened my photo album.

Then I sat up again.

Because several photos I had never seen before had appeared in my album out of nowhere.

They were photos of me and a strange man.

And that man looked exactly like the face from my dream.

I was so scared I fumbled to turn on the light.

This was like a ghost story.

I had no memory of these photos.

I was also certain I did not know this man.

Unless the photos were AI-generated.

But I had just changed phones.

Was the new phone being monitored too?

No matter what, I had to report this.

I left the lights on all night and did not dare sleep.

At dawn, I called a cab and went to the police station.

“Hello. Did something happen?” It was too early, and my face probably looked abnormal, so the officer on duty became alert and poured me a cup of water.

I swallowed.

“Officer, strange photos of a man suddenly appeared on my phone. And… I also received a huge amount of money from an unknown source.”

The officer frowned.

“Unknown money? How much?”

“One hundred million. No, one million plus one hundred million.”

“One hundred million?!” The officer was startled and called out, “Mara, why are you shouting so early? What one hundred million?”

Another officer walked over from the distance.

I froze.

Mara?

Slowly, I lifted my head and looked at her face.

She wore a black tactical jacket. A wolf-head badge was pinned to her chest.

The way she looked at me was not the way one looked at an ordinary person.

It was more like—

She was scenting me.

Her nose twitched slightly.

Then something exploded inside my mind.

I knew.

I knew what this was.