The day Seraphina Lovelace steps out of prison is also the day her boyfriend dumps her. For him, she has been imprisoned for three years, but he betrays her, getting engaged with another wealthy girl. 
What's worse?
He even sends killers to kidnap Seraphina to prevent her from divulging secrets.
To avoid the killers, Seraphina serves as a waitress in an underworld criminal bar. One night, she happens to save a seriously injured young man. His name is Alfred, and the surname he conceals from Seraphina is Vanderwood.
Vanderwood, the Alpha King Family.
When Seraphina is about to be killed by the bar's boss, Alfred saves her. Finally, she knows his identity.
The new Alpha King, also the most powerful were-wolf in the world.
Seraphina thinks he will kill her as well since she once tied his wrists, pressed him against the pillow, and almost had a forced kiss with him. But he doesn't. The only thing he asks Seraphina to do is pretend to be his cousin.
Excuse me? What the hell is he saying?
Seraphina finds it ridiculous, but Alfred is serious. It seems like Seraphina has no better choice but to agree with his requirement. However, she has no idea that when she says "yes" to Alfred, she also selects a path that she is unable to turn back.
Become Alpha King's Faked Cousin is created by Cara TaleSmith, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Become Alpha King's Faked Cousin

The room spun, a dizzying kaleidoscope of adrenaline and disbelief. One moment, I was facing down a lecherous boss; the next, a squad of heavily armed warriors stormed in, transforming the dingy basement into a scene of controlled chaos. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs, echoing the clatter of weapons and the barked commands echoing through the sterile room. The thugs, previously cocky and menacing, were now whimpering on the floor, disarmed and utterly dominated by these unexpected intruders.


A warrior, a broad-shouldered woman with a mane of silver hair that gleamed even in the dim light, approached him, her face grim. "Your Majesty," she bowed her head, the reverence in her voice sending shivers down my spine.


The name hung in the air, heavy with implication. My breath hitched. Your Majesty?


As I heard those words, the pieces clicked into place, a horrifying memory jolted to the forefront of my mind.


Chapter 10: A heartbeat away from death