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CHAPTER 1: Dream Turns Into Nightmare

Mackenzie’s POV: Weaves of strong emotions wreathe up and down my bones as the white veil is being pinned on my hair. Excitement. Happiness. Nervousness. It’s hard to determine which of them is the most intense. All I know is they all overwhelm me, forcing tears to fill the corners of my gorgeously painted eyes. Those emotions magnify more when the veil falls perfectly on my exposed shoulders and back. I blink my tears away to avoid ruining the makeup mama has put on me for hours. I cannot believe that after all the doubts and judgements I’ve received from my packmates, none of them has managed to stop me from marrying the man of my dreams, Alpha Allen Javier. Love really does conquer everything! In a few moments, I’ll be known as Luna Mackenzie Cortez of the Golden Crest Pack and I can’t wait! I giggle at the title 'Luna' before my name and, of course, at the thought of being forever loved by our pack's future Main Alpha. My reaction causes mama to give me a teasing stare through h

CHAPTER 2: The Unexpected Offer

I expect all eyes would be on us, but not for this reason. I want everyone to look at me with respect and pride as the future Main Alpha’s bride. Instead, everyone stares at me with either mockery or pity as the future Main Alpha’s rejected mate. As the term ‘rejected mate’ roars in my head, a rage of anger continues to boil in my chest. It’s so strong that I’m unable to stop it from exploding. “What’s wrong with you?!” My voice rumbles off the entire garden. It silences all except the dangerously irregular beats of my heart. Humiliation, amplified by anger, suffocates me. I gasp, trying my best to mitigate the undesirable heat in my body. Thankfully, the more I glare at Alpha Allen, the more I realize one thing that I didn’t earlier - lingering behind his brown eyes is regret. My glare loosens up and so do my clenched fists. I can’t be wrong about that. But,... what is he regretting about? For making me believe that he loves me? Or for waiting today just to reject me in front

CHAPTER 3: Refusing To Backdown

I shift my weight as fear flails through me. Die? What does he mean? Is he gonna kill me if I fail or is the mission so dangerous that I could just die if I fail? Which is it? My confusion probably fidgets all over my tight face that turning it into words is needless. “Mind sitting with me coz the details of your mission are quite long,” Alpha Primo says, jerking his head towards the front bench beside us. I hesitate, considering that my life is on the line for whatever this mission is, and I’m not ready to die. I’m too young. I have so much more to do and to experience. I wanna tell him that he doesn’t need to make an effort explaining everything to me coz I won’t accept his ultimatum. However, when he takes a seat, an unknown force pushes me to also sit at a few inches beside him. A small voice inside me says to give his ultimatum a chance. So, with sagged shoulders and eyelids, I listen. “About two months ago, there were humans who managed to get a hold of some pieces o

CHAPTER 4: Submission

My clothes and other needed things are packed and ready. I swing my bag to my back, sidle my way through the hallway, then stop at my parents’ bedroom door. I wanna see their faces before I go, but my hand twitches before it can even nudge the doorknob. If I enter their room, they will question why I’m wearing a coat and a pair of boots with a bag on my back in the middle of the night. And if they’re asleep, I may wake them up. I don’t have the heart to tell them what Alpha Allen and I are planning to do. It’ll hurt them and I don’t wanna witness that pain. I’m sure they’ll understand why. And I’m sure they’ll forgive me. They’ll support me, like they always do. My desire to see my parents for probably the last time surrenders against my wimpiness. I move away from their shut bedroom door and head down the stairs. Then, I tread out of our house with both the guilt of not saying goodbye to my parents and the determination to start a better life with Alpha Allen hovering all over me.

CHAPTER 5: The Time Has Come

Sleepless hours pass and I’m still wearing the same coat, the same boots and the same bag. Though my eyes don't depart from the sky through my bedroom’s window, they fail to quickly notice the transition of the sinking moon to the rising sun. I’m only able to realize it when the roaring silence is soon grazed off by knocks on my bedroom door. Can I do it? Can I survive this deadly mission? I lift myself out of the chair without coming up with a clear answer. As soon as I thrust my legs forward, the heaviness I feel inside hampers me from moving any faster. Not only that, when I’m already standing next to the door, I stare at it while mustering all of my courage to take another move. It takes several seconds, a minute or two maybe, before my hand reluctantly reaches and twists the doorknob. Mama, whose eyes are probably more swollen than mine, forces a fake smile. I try to do the same, but fail. Her voice quavers as she whispers, “They’re here.” The majority of my strength ha

CHAPTER 6: The Shift

My brow knits as confusion pelts me. Entertainer? What kind of entertainment does this guy want? For a few seconds, he’s quiet. He's only giving me nothing but his widening cocky smirk. “We’re not on the same boat here. I don’t have any talent to entertain you. I’m here to apply as Mr. Alessandro Ocampo’s maid.” “Dad isn’t here. I am. He wouldn’t mind if I’ll hire you in his stead.” My knitted brow deepens and I don’t make any effort to conceal my bafflement. It works. This time, he doesn’t give silence a chance to unfurl. He says, “You look great. You’re my type.” My eyes widen and my chest thuds when bafflement is shoved aside by panic. Now I get it. An ‘entertainer’ to him is a s.ex slave. “Mr. Davide,” I say, trying my best to lull my growing undesirable emotion. “I don’t want the job you’re offering me. If your father isn’t available to speak with, I’ll come back some other day.” “I don’t think you understand our family culture here,” he says. “We can turn our employe

CHAPTER 7: Davide's Desire

DAVIDE’S POV: The taste of Mackenzie’s skin dries my throat, provoking me to quaff her more. Her soft moans fill my senses, urging me to bang her right here, right now. I lay the upper half of her body down on my desk while dangle her lower half on my hips. Then, I start unbuttoning her coat. She doesn’t protest - exactly how every woman reacts under my touch. Once her coat is tossed to the carpet, I take off her tight-fit shirt, almost ripping it off her body. And when she has nothing, but her u.derwear, my c.ock throbs in excitement. I smirk at her astonishingly provocative sight. My triumphant eyes wander around her well-carved figure, then at her beautiful face. I really am great at choosing my entertainer. This new one will surely satisfy me. My fingers start working on her bra. In just a second, her rosy, swollen n.ipples got exposed, making my c.ock grow even harder. My skillful hands savagely massage her b.reasts, earning pleasure-filled moans from her. I tease her n.ipples

CHAPTER 8: The Multibillion Dollar Project

MACKENZIE’S POV: The hairs on my arms and on the nape of my neck erect while cold, pearls of sweat smear my skin. I could feel my body tensing up as agitation squirms through me. The dangerous reality of my mission starts now. It penetrates through and scrapes all the tiny bravery I’ve struggled collecting before coming here. I swallow when one of the men in a suit walks forward and stands in front of the screen projector. “Let me introduce myself to our visitor, Ms. Mackenzie. My name is Errol Martinez and I’m the family adviser.” It’s funny how they all concealed the word ‘gang’ with the word ‘family’. According to the papers given to me by Bato and Conrad, Errol Martinez isn’t a relative to Mr. Alessandro, but he’s one of his most trusted men. He’s The Manila Mafia’s consiglieres - The Boss’ advisor who resolves disputes within the gang. If I find the word ‘family’ funny, I find the word ‘visitor’ eerie. Why do I have the feeling that they’re expecting my arrival? Why

CHAPTER 9: Another Agreement

A satisfied grin stretches Mr. Alessandro’s lips, deepening the creases on his face. He then gently bobs his head and says, “Well then, expect your contract days from now.” Before I could react to that, Mr. Davide gets up to his feet with force, creating a screeching noise in between his chair and the floor. Without looking at anyone in particular, he says, “I assume this meeting is now over.” He clutches my wrist, forcing me to raise an eyebrow at him. He then continues, “If there are any additional pieces of information about this meeting, send me a copy through my email. Mackenzie and I have to go.” Without more ado, he pulls me out of my chair. Surprisingly, even if he’s obviously mad, his pull doesn’t hurt me. In fact, he even wraps his arm around my waist while I’m standing up so I won’t lose my balance. Everyone is hushed at his action. They all stare at him with blank faces, as if his rudeness is already an expectation to them. Mr. Davide and I ride back in the elev

CHAPTER 10: The Unknown

Mr. Davide smirks, then he ironically laughs. “What? Don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind?” he teases. Why would I believe what he said? Well, even if what he said is true, if that’s one of the ways I could get a hold of the pieces of their so-called evidence about my race, then why not? I fix my posture as I try my best to ease my nerves, then I say in the most tantalizing tone I can pull off, “Fine. Do what you gotta do, but make sure you’ll help me do what I gotta do.” The sexiness in his stare doesn’t diffuse, but his smirk does. Not long after, his expression turns serious, he responds, “If you’re that desperate to earn millions, so be it. Focus on your research. I won’t force you to entertain me tonight,” he says as he takes the first bite of his steak. Now he is quite nice again. He’s confusing me! And I hate it! It’s either he has a dual personality disorder or I’m just misreading his personality at all. “I can’t believe that you can be that considerate,” I say.

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