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 less than a month left until our contract ended, I had already made my decision. I knew the second I found that card he left.


　　I would agree to become his wife on the day the contract ended.


　　But now I realized that I was just a substitute. His love for me was only because I looked like his dead mate.


　　I fell to the ground and cried. It felt like a boulder was pressing down on my heart. I could hardly breathe. All the moments that had once made me so happy now turned sour.


　　I had never felt so helpless and lost before.


　　A maid had been looking for me and found me crying on the floor of Jane's room. "Luna!  What's wrong? Are you okay?"


　　I took the time to sort out my emotions, got up from the ground, wiped away my tears, and came up with a lame excuse.


　　Silently, I picked up the bouquet I had prepared and set off in the direction of the cemetery to visit Jand and Fern.


CHAPTER 57 Until He Met You