"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

　　"Leah, calm down," Darren's wolf said in a calm voice.


　　I noticed that there was an open wound on his foreleg and it was a nasty cut.


　　He got that wound because he was trying to protect me.


　　I immediately felt guilty about shouting at him.


　　I held up Jorah's body and wailed.


　　"First of all, Jorah's not dead. There's some concussion in his head and there might be some broken ribs, I'm not sure. But one thing I am sure of is that he's still alive," Darren's wolf said.


　　I looked down at Jorah in my arms and caught him peeking at me.


　　As soon as he met my eyes, he shut his eyes and pretended dead.


　　"Jorah! This isn't funny!" I put him on the ground and jumped up.


　　"Ouch! Ouch! Multiple broken ribs!" Jorah whimpered and coughed.


　　I had to pick him up again and hold him in my arms.


　　He placed his head over my arm and took a long deep breath.


　　"Thank you, Miss Lewyn, much better," he said.


Chapter 120