The Alpha's Secretary Put Me on My Knees
I'm the daughter of the Alpha King of the Werewolf Alliance that's based in Valdoria.
In order to give my Alpha fiance whom I've never met before, Lucas Howell, a surprise, I've specifically hidden my scent as a royal she-wolf.
Clad in a seemingly ordinary white T-shirt and a pair of jeans, I walk into the venue, where the Dark Shadow pack is hosting their annual celebration.
As soon as I take my seat at the main table, which has been reserved for me, I feel someone dumping a glass of red liquid onto me.
A she-wolf wearing a red dress that comes with a deep V-neck can be seen standing in front of me. Her expression is one of disdain.
"Where did you come from, you filthy Rogue? You really think you get to sit at the main table, huh?"
As I wipe the wine stains off my clothes, I do my best to suppress the ferocity of my wolf.
"Lucas has specifically reserved this seat for his mate. Why can't I sit here?"
The she-wolf acts as though she's heard the biggest joke ever. She then point at her work badge that's pinned on her chest while saying mockingly, "I'm Lucas' personal secretary as well as the future Luna whom everyone has acknowledged. In this pack, my word is the law here.
"Guards, drag this delusional half-breed away and throw her out!"
What a coincidence. Lucas has just texted me, pleading with me to announce our relationship as soon as possible.
I dig out my phone and dial his number. Then, I put my phone on loudspeaker mode.
"Your personal secretary claims that she's the future Luna, and she has commanded the guards to throw me out. What's your explanation for this matter, hmm?"