My birth brought death to my mother, and my father grew to hate me for it, leaving me vulnerable to the abuse of my stepmother and stepsister.

My mere appearance served as a constant reminder to my stepmother of the woman my father once loved the most - my mother. Consumed by jealousy, she relentlessly sought to destroy my life, but will she succeed?

"Sign this contract, become my Luna, and after the contract term ends, you will receive generous rewards and freedom."

"What do I need to do during the contract? Sleep with you?"

"You just need to play the role of my Luna. We will only pretend to be a couple in public, and there's no need for marking each other,"

"It seems arrogance is indeed a common trait among every Alpha,"

"What?"

"Alpha Logan, what makes you think I would readily accept your proposal?" I continued, my voice now laced with a mix of anger and defiance. "Just because I'm a wolf-less unwanted daughter? Or do you think you're so noble and handsome that I should be grateful and accept your offer for a large sum of money?"

"I didn't mean it like that," he stumbled.

I once thought the man who saved me was just an insignificant nobody, but little did I know he was the most ruthless Alpha on the entire continent, responsible for killing his own Mate.

What stunned me was that he wanted me to become his Luna?!

Alpha Logan's Chosen Luna

　　"With Cynthia stunned, I immediately ran over and grabbed the arrow with my bare hands before it hit her head. The arrow was only 1 millimeter away from her eye.


　　"What are you doing!" I shouted angrily at her. "Do you know how dangerous that was?"


　　I threw the arrow on the ground. She seemed to have just returned to her senses and instantly collapsed on the floor.


　　"Sorry...I don't know what happened just now."


　　Looking at her still-panicked face, the anger in my heart disappeared instantly. I reached out and pulled her up from the ground; she immediately grabbed my hand and saw the few drops of blood on the floor.


　　"You're injured! Where's the medical kit?"


　　Seeing her face full of guilt, my heart softened. I glanced down at the wound in the area connecting my thumb and index finger. It was minor, something I would not even consider an injury. It would heal soon, so I didn't care and pulled my hand back from her.


CHAPTER 22 Injured