"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

　　I looked around. This place looked like a shit hole.


　　The bar was dimly-lit with the pungent odor of stale beer and unwashed bodies. The smell plainly hit me like a freight train.


　　The patrons were a motley crew of disheveled characters, their faces twisted in various stages of drunkenness and rage. The cheap, disgusting alcohol flowed freely, fueling the chaos that swirled around me.  The air was thick with cigarette smoke, and the walls were coated in a layer of grime that seemed to have accumulated over many years. The tables and chairs were mismatched and worn, some missing legs or arms, others so rickety that they threatened to collapse at any moment.


　　I couldn't help but notice the poor souls slumped over their drinks, their eyes glazed and unfocused. A group of men in the corner were arguing loudly, their voices slurred and angry.


Chapter 130