The Luna Who Disappeared at Her Own Ceremony
My Mating Ceremony with my fated mate, Alpha Ronan, was supposed to be the biggest event of the year.
Broadcast live. Worldwide. Every wolf would witness the union of the Black Moon Pack's Alpha and Luna.
But right before my ceremony, I was staring at a video on my phone. Tears streamed down my face.
"Harder, Ronan. It'll be so hard to see you after your ceremony."
A she-wolf, pinned beneath Ronan as he slammed into her. He growled, going harder and sinking his teeth into her neck.
"Don't you worry, you little minx. I've already got a potion to dull the bond. I can sneak away to fuck you, even on our mating night."
I saved the video. Shut my phone. I contacted an agency that specialized in faked werewolf deaths.
"Seven days from now. At my Mating Ceremony. I need you to stage an attack. I want to fall from a cliff into the sea, in front of everyone."