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

　　So, my “fiance” decided to go to a hilltop restaurant in another city: Silverfang City which is a turf of the Silverfang pack.


　　I should have retorted harshly to Seth earlier when the car drove us to a farther distance but knowing this stubborn wolf, he won’t take no for an answer.


　　The walk up the hill to the restaurant feels like a never-ending climb, and with each step, I am starting to regret being lenient today. And God, how the fuck am I going to go up with these damn, dainty stilettos?!


　　While I keep mumbling and grumbling with each step, Seth leads the way without a comment of my distress.


　　If this is his way of avenging that middle finger earlier, he’s definitely winning this childish banter. I want to get back to his damn mansion and sleep from that stress earlier, not embark on some ill-conceived date!


　　“Seth,” I snap, my voice tight, “In case you didn’t hear what I’ve said: I want to go back home, tuck Amy to bed and sleep! Why are we here?”


Chapter 42