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

　　Cynthia has been down ever since coming home from the cemetery. At first, I thought it was because of Jane and Fern's deaths, but I later found out that wasn't the case. I wanted to ask what was wrong but the pain in her eyes stopped me each time.


　　She must not be telling me for a reason. I gave up on the plan of asking her directly and reminded her that I was always there to talk when she was ready. I decided I was going to take her on a trip after I had delt with the company and pack.


　　I had just sent the Alpha of the Mangrove Finch Pack away when I received a call from Morton. Why would Morton, of all people, be calling me?


　　"What's up?" It was very loud wherever he was, I could hear men shouting.


　　"I just ran into Cynthia at the bar. Even if you guys have a fight, you shouldn't let Cynthia get that drunk, especially when she is alone."


　　"Bar? Fight?" I tried my best to recall when we had a fight in the last few days but came up blank.


CHAPTER 59 A Girl on a Cross... Again