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

　　I pushed Cynthia down on the bed and we kissed again. I went to remove my blindfold, but she stopped me with her hand. She just quietly took off my clothes and rubbed the bulge between my legs with one hand. She rested her other hand against my chest.


　　Since I couldn't see, my senses were heightened and the excitement made me nearly tear off her clothes. My hands touched her waist and slowly moved upwards.


　　"You seem to have lost a lot of weight recently." She punched me in the chest, making me laugh.


　　I lowered my head and kissed her lips again, then moved her chin, neck, and slowly to her breasts. Her breathing gradually became heavier, but the scent of grass and wood on her body began to fade.


　　Something's wrong. After those sweet scents disappeared, I started to smell something familiar and nauseating. I stopped touching 'Cynthia's' body.


　　Just as I was about to remove the blindfold, I heard the sound of the door opening.


CHAPTER 39 We're Just in a Contract Marriage