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

The smell of urine was so strong in my nostrils that I almost threw Marvin away in disgust. If this was his way out, congratulations, he was almost there.


I could barely hold the dagger because I didn't want to get too close to Marvin. I even tried to hold my nose tightly.


But I obviously overestimated Marvin. He stood still and forgot to run away. After wetting his pants, he suddenly returned to his childhood. He would only cry while holding his pants. His beloved uncle was right in front of him. He could only watch helplessly as he asked for help, but he could not get any help.


George was stunned. He tried to save Marvin, but his smell was so bad that George froze for a moment.


I took the opportunity to say in a mocking tone, "Uncle George, if you want this coward to be an Alpha, you really have to think about it, don't you think? If you want him to be an Alpha, I'm afraid you'll have to wash his diapers every day."


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