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

My first taste of real wealth came from humans.


A wealthy businessman somehow learned of my services and hired me to eliminate a rival. The payment was substantial, yet I knew it was only a small piece of his vast fortune.


Scoping out the target’s residence, I found the mansion nestled beside a secluded forest. The isolation appealed to me, yet the landscape reminded me of my childhood in the wilderness. But killing a human in this setting? Too easy. I didn’t need to hide or disguise myself—I simply shifted into my wolf form and strolled into the garden.


At my arrival, the terrified cry went up: “A wolf! A wolf!”


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