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

　　After agreeing to Morton's terms, he took me to the forbidden forest of the Pisces Pack.


　　"This is the entrance to the maze," he looked at me, "you can still change your mind."


　　"No, I won't give up on Cynthia," I said firmly and walked into the maze determinedly.


　　A white light flashed, and my head became heavy.


　　"Wake up, Logan, it's time to get up." A sweet female voice spoke as the sound of the curtains being open rang out.


　　The dazzling sunlight made me slowly open my eyes. Liya's beautiful face appeared in front of me. I hugged her tight and gave her a good morning kiss.


　　"God, you need to trim your beard. It always pokes my chin and cheeks," she complained with a smile. I kept rubbing my face against hers, making us both laugh happily.


　　A little girl in a preschool uniform ran towards me with an electric razer clasped in her hand.


　　"I can help Daddy trim it. I played a hairdresser at preschool yesterday!"


CHAPTER 49 The Maze