"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

　　"Alpha, we've got a situation here..."


　　Jorah's voice was intentionally suppressed when he greeted me. He only talked to me in that voice when he messed up something.


　　I fell to the chair, all deflated and worn out, loosening my tie a bit.


　　I need to change for a new tie. Probably a new Beta. I thought to myself, looking at the obviously panicked young man standing in front of me. Jorah was qualified for his job in every way, but there was just something about this guy. He was driving me mad in a very subtle way and I wasn't even sure what the heck was wrong with this guy.


　　I guessed it had something to do with his standing posture. He always looked painfully miserable when he was around me as if he was suffering from a chronic ulcer in his stomach. Neither he nor I could do anything about it to end his misery because we both knew I was that damn chronic ulcer.


Chapter 29