The Alpha who reigned 30 days
I came to my father’s funeral in a white dress and a red rose, thinking the worst they’d do was spit on me again.
They were celebrating. It wasn’t a funeral. It was Drelia’s coronation party with my father’s corpse in the background.
I was ready to leave. Let them have their title, their cameras, their champagne.
I’d go back to my law firm and pretend I never had Mende blood.
Then the will changed.
The family lawyer said two words that shattered everything: “You’re the heiress”
Suddenly the bouncers who were dragging me out were bowing to me.
Suddenly Drelia and Cade looked like they’d been gutted.
Suddenly I had a title, a target on my back, and 30 days before the Council declared me Luna or declared me dead.
The pack hates me. My family wants me gone. And the only way to keep my head is to play a game I never wanted to play: politics, blood, and maybe a marriage to the one man who has every reason to watch me burn.