She was the most unpopular female wolf in the New Moon Pack, as lowly as a blade of grass. Eight years ago, her mother went missing, her father was killed, and her entire pack was exterminated. Thus, she had been demoted to the lowest servant level by her father’s murderer. For eight years, she had been beaten, cursed, and starved, but she kept her identity a secret.
This year, she turned eighteen years old.
He was the alpha of the largest werewolf pack in all of America and shone like the sun. With his perfectly sculpted face and a tremendous amount of money, no werewolf didn’t know his name, and he was the dream lover of every woman. Everything seemed perfect, except for the fact that he didn’t have a mate yet.
This year, he turned twenty-six years old.
What kind of spark or conflict would there be when they meet by chance?
“Rose, I can give you everything you want. In exchange, you have to be mine.”
“Alpha, the truth is, I’m—”
“Oh, Jesus f*cking Christ! Now, you will never escape me, my Luna.