Serena thought the biggest frustration in her life was being unable to transform into a wolf. As a result, she was taken by her father as a humiliation for Lancaster Family, even though she had done her best to prove herself. Even worse, her father, Alpha Lancaster, wanted to replace her as the CEO with a bastard, which was more than Serena could handle.
 
To fight for the position that rightfully belonged to her, Serena decided to do a big project where she needed to fly to the border with Storm Pack, the most cruel and barbarous pack in the world. The alpha of the Storm Pack was called a tyrant by other werewolves, notorious for his cruel and bloodthirsty demeanor.
 
When Serena was attacked by the rogues and accidentally broke into the Storm Pack, she was saved by a warrior of the Storm Pack, whose name was Baird. He took good care of her and promised to send her back home, which changed Serena’s impression of this pack.
 
When Serena was mistaken as a spy and about to be sent to the execution ground, Baird was the one who rushed out and stood in front of her to protect her. But, wait a second. What did he call Alpha Grayson, the notorious tyrant? Did he just call the tyrant… “Father?”
 
Yes, Baird was the tyrant’s son, and Serena was going to be the future tyrant’s Luna! How could that be possible?

Pretend to Be Tyrant's Future Luna is created by Cara TaleSmith, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Pretend to Be Tyrant's Future Luna

The dawn's first light filtered through the gaps in the wooden shutters, casting a soft glow in the room. As I was laying in bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind was awash with thoughts of Baird. Sleep had been elusive, my dreams filled with his face, his voice, his touch. The night had done little to diminish the whirlwind of emotions swirling within me. 


I finally rose, pulling a shawl around my shoulders to ward off the morning chill. The small, rudimentary cottage was still and quiet, the only sound the gentle crackling of the dying embers in the hearth. 


I moved to the window, pushing open the shutters to let in the fresh morning air. The sky was painted in hues of pink and gold, a beautiful reminder of the new day dawning, yet it did little to lift the heaviness in my heart. 


Chapter 23 : Oil and Water