"I reject you! Lucas Archer Farrow from the White Walkers Pack! From now on, I will be nobody's Luna but myself!" 
The youngest multi-billionaire Alpha in werewolf history turned out to be a woman. 
Leah Lewyn walked out of the airport in low profile and was immediately surrounded by hundreds of paparazzi.
"Why did you reject your ex-husband, Alpha Lucas of the White Walkers?" a reporter asked.
"Are you kidding me? I've got my own wolf pack to run and a gazillion-dollar fortune to inherit," she replied. 
"Is it true that you're currently having affairs with 8 young actors at the same time?" another reporter inquired. 
"Give me a break," Leah rolled her eyes and chuckled. "They're young aspiring contract models." 
She barely finished her words before someone walked out of the crowd and stated in a cold voice, "She is currently having an affair with no one else but me, her one and only ex-husband." 
"Miss Lewyn, I've got a wolf pack to run and a gazillion dollars as well. Why don't you come and be my Luna, so you can inherit my money?"

Goodbye, my mate

　　Stood on the balcony, I leaned forward to the handrail, looking at the crowd in the yard.


　　I saw Darren, who was accompanied by an attractive young woman in an elegant satin dress, sipping champagne while talking to Alpha Kyle, the Chairman of the Derby Committee.


　　I didn't blame him for not bringing me that glass of champagne after witnessing what happened just now.


　　He was still young. He didn't need to be involved in a divorced woman's family farce. I understood. Plus, the woman leaning against him looked much younger and happier than me. She looked like the younger version of me, when my heart hadn't been broken by my ex-mate.


　　I stretched out my arm to fetch the wine glass behind me, but the glass turned out to be empty.


　　I lifted up my head and sighed, staring out into the night sky.


　　The stars twinkled above me, but my mind was clouded with a deep sense of melancholy.


Chapter 19