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 could feel power surging through me but I can't take the time to enjoy it.


　　Instinctively, I let out a threatening howl towards the five wolves who were about to attack Aiden. Their limbs trembled uncontrollably, I can smell their fear.


　　I rushed straight to Aiden's side. With just one claw, I slashed the throats of the five wolves. Not even giving them a chance to think.


　　The Masked Man had already teleported away. He looked at me with a hint of excitement in his eyes.


　　"This is the power of a Lycan!" His eyes were crazed. "Luna Cynthia, we will meet again soon!"


　　He murmured an incantation that I couldn't understand. Then all the werewolves who had fainted stood up, including Nancy. Their eyes snapped open, and all I could see was blood red. Their pupils were gone, only red remained.


CHAPTER 51 The Real Monster