Charles’ breath quickened, and his movements became more urgent. “I’m close,” he gasped in my ear, his voice breaking between moans. My own pleasure surged, and I couldn’t hold back the scream that tore from my throat. A wave of electric tingles swept through me, my temples throbbed, and the world around me faded into white…
Every pore on my body felt wide open, heat radiating from me in waves. It was surreal, as if I were in a dream, feeling everything but grasping none of it…
I could hardly believe it—I had married this man, the infamous Alpha of the Black Valley Pack, Charles McLean, and I had just slept with him.
But there was no love between us. We weren’t fated mates.
Since his first shift at eighteen, Charles McLean had never found his fated mate. And after one engagement after another, each of his fiancées had died under mysterious circumstances. Rumor had it that he wore a mask to conceal his hideous face and that he was a cruel, violent man who would kill without hesitation. People whispered that he had murdered his previous fiancées.
His last fiancée—my sister—was terrified of him. Horrified by the stories, she had vehemently refused to marry him. And just before the wedding, she found her fated mate. So, without warning or preparation, I was forced to take her place, pushed into marrying Charles in her stead, to stand as his wife in name only and the unacknowledged Luna of the Black Valley Pack…

A Substituted Bride But A Fated Luna

Sweat makes my skin itch. My clothes were soaked with sweat even though I was wearing quick-drying ones. They stuck to my body, and I felt like my skin was "suffocating".


I don't want to do anything but take a bath. Back in the bedroom, I took off all my clothes as I made my way to the bathroom. When the hot water hit my hair and skin, I felt like I was coming to my senses.


Half an hour later, my body was covered with the scent of body wash. Exhaustion gradually took over my body. I wiped my hair, walked to the sofa, ready to take a nap here.


As I walked, the hem of my bathrobe swept across the coffee table and a small white object fell to the floor.


What the h.ell is that? I'm pretty sure something fell off. I looked down at the carpet and found a white pill at my feet.


At first, I had no idea where it came from, but then I remembered what Charles had said in the car that night. I thought it was the morning-after pill.


25 The Morning-after Pill