The world has already been conquered by the werewolves as they reign supreme whereas humans are forced to live in the slums.

Seth Greymound, the current Great Alpha, relentlessly search for his fated mate for twelve DAMN years and hasn't found her until now. 

While Amala Gaines, a street-smart hustler, cons and deceives as way to provide for her younger half-sister and wishes nothing but for a bright future for her amidst a bleaking future in store for them.

Two opposite sides and a border that divides the two races.

However, everything changed after a little chase from loan sharks that Amala stepped out of the border to meeting Seth for the first time during the Red Moon ritual.

"You are my fated mate, Amala Gaines," he says. ""And you can't escape destiny that brought you to me."

Alpha's Human Hustler

　　Finrel gives a rare expression of his bewilderment. "What? There's n-no way that I–" 


　　"Whatever excuses you say, your voice and your expression give away," I continue as I gulp juice. "By the way, is this natural pulp orange? We don't have that there at the border."


　　He shakes his head. "H-how did you know?" His mind is still focused on the part when I caught him in the act.


　　"I was a thespian before I started hustling for money. Observing people is fundamental for the Stanislavski method."


　　"Stanis–what?" He continues shaking his head. "Never mind. I don't need to know."


　　He stands up as he starts pacing back and forth. 


　　"So, is it because I was too obvious? What should I do?"


　　"Calm down, Finrel." I pat his shoulder. "You are consistent in keeping that poker face of yours, Finrel. You don't have to worry about being caught. I mean…why are you worried especially now that Marie is single?"


Chapter Thirty-six