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Christopher MilesI watched as our carriage finally stopped in front of Montero's White House.Our newlyweds had arrived.Honestly, I still wasn't used to the idea of our Alpha leaving the pack for a party—especially for a woman he had married. It was even stranger knowing that this wasn't just some ordinary gathering. He had arranged the entire celebration himself, right here at the pack house, as if to make sure everyone knew this woman was worth celebrating.A party.For his wife.Something we hadn't done in ages.And perhaps the strangest part of all was how different he had been ever since that letter from the Sterling Pack arrived.It was as if something inside him had shifted the moment he read it. I couldn't explain what it was, but I had been watching him long enough to know when something had changed.And something had definitely changed.FLASHBACK—A week ago—“A letter came for you, Alpha,” I said the moment I knocked and invited myself into his study. “It's from the Ster

Celestine Sterling-MonteroThe party had officially started, and I had already gotten the chance to meet most of the people from the pack.Christopher Miles, the Beta of the Montero Pack, was part of them. Even though he was trying to keep things casual, I could feel his eyes following my every move. There was something observant about the way he watched me, as though he were quietly taking note of everything I did. I tried my best not to let him know that I could feel his attention on me.I also met Raven and Mateo, the trainers of the pack, and I believe they don’t have any omega, but that’s strange…the werewolf pack system would be imbalanced if there is none.Hm…I wonder.“Hello, Miss Celestine!”I flinched when someone suddenly screamed right beside my ear. I quickly turned around, only to find a woman standing behind me.“Clara.” I heard Aeizor call her name in a warning tone.But this woman didn't seem to mind her Alpha's cold tone at all.She was a beautiful woman with plenty

Celestine Sterling-MonteroI couldn’t sleep.I was already in my nightgown, lying in bed and staring at the ceiling, but no matter how many times I closed my eyes and tried to force myself to rest, sleep refused to come. My mind seemed determined to stay awake, jumping from one thought to another until I finally gave up on trying.What was even stranger was the fact that there were hundreds of clothes inside the walk-in closet attached to this room, and somehow, every single one of them fit me perfectly. I still couldn't understand how everything had been prepared so carefully, especially when I had only just arrived in this strange life.I bit my lower lip as my thoughts drifted back to what had happened earlier. I could still feel the warmth spreading across my cheeks just from remembering it.The way he had looked at me and held my hands.And the way my mind seemed determined to replay that moment in slow motion, especially the exact moment he lifted my hand and kissed the back o

Celestine Sterling-MonteroAfter breakfast, I found myself pacing back and forth outside Aeizor’s room.I had already walked past his door more times than I could count, but I didn’t go in. He had told me that the dress would be inside his room for the wedding we were attending together, but that wasn’t what had been occupying my mind all morning.The dress was the least of my concerns; what mattered to me was that we needed to talk. Not just exchange a few polite words or discuss pack matters. I wanted a real conversation. A serious one.I had to get to know him better.We are married now.The thought still felt strange whenever it crossed my mind. We were husband and wife, yet in many ways, we were still practically strangers to one another. I knew his name, his position, and the reputation that followed him wherever he went, but I barely knew the man behind the title.And now I was expected to stand beside him as his wife.As his Luna.Whether either of us had wanted this marriag

Celestine Sterling-MonteroI was too caught off guard by what he said that I could only stand there and watch as he began to undress before me.This was unreal.My eyes betrayed me almost immediately, drawn to every movement he made as he removed his clothes. His body was—there was simply no other way to describe it—perfect. And what was worse was that I couldn't stop myself from staring.I knew I should look away. I knew it was embarrassing to be standing there and openly admiring him like this, but somehow, I couldn't.He was the epitome of perfection.Every part of him seemed almost unfairly sculpted, from the broadness of his shoulders to the way his muscles moved with every small motion. And then there were the scars.I supposed I should have been wondering where they came from and how he got them. I should have been curious about the stories behind each one, about the pain and battles that had left their marks on his skin.Instead, I found them attractive.There was something ab