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

　　"Since my father rescued me from the Night Walker Pack, I have been under house arrest and prohibited from going anywhere. The confinement has made me resentful, angry, and desperate for a chance to prove myself and gain some freedom.


　　"Ah!" I screamed and angrily threw everything on the table to the ground. My mother rushed to stop me, worried my father would scold me again if he saw the mess. "Nancy!" My mother yelled at me. "You don't want to make your father angry again." My mother turned to the frightened maid next to her. "Hurry up and clean this mess!" she yelled.


　　Irritated that the maid had yet to move, I vented my frustration on the nearby maid, kicking her to the ground. She landed in the broken glass, and her palms and knees bled. Seeing the blood reminded me of Cynthia's nosebleed, which made me feel better.


CHAPTER 33 Everything Should Be Mine