Stand-In Luna: The Alpha's Real Mate
The whole wolf pack knew I was Alpha Nick’s fated mate—chosen by the Moon Goddess herself. But the second I stepped into Brown Pack territory with my suitcase in hand—
His mother, Mrs. Johnson, ordered the maids to spray me with wolfsbane.
His cousin, Enna, "accidentally" put me in *his* bedroom.
And his childhood sweetheart, Rina, slapped a ten-million-dollar check in my face, demanding I publicly renounce this "joke of a mating bond."
Even Alpha Nick himself—the ruthless legend of the pack—spent the first night wrapped around me like a damn octopus, only to kick me out coldly the next morning: *"Get out. Don’t come back to my room again."*
When I was framed for theft, forced to work overtime till midnight, or locked inside a pitch-black office mid-panic attack…
My *"fiancé"* was too busy grinding on Rina at some high-society ball.
Then the truth about me dropped—
Brown Pack’s elders dropped to their knees, trembling.
Rina ripped her knockoff Luara gown in rage.
And Alpha Nick, eyes bloodshot, pinned me against the wall: *"Wendy… you played me."*
I smirked, peeling his fingers off me. *"Sorry, Alpha. The three-month contract’s up."*
*"Now… call me by my real title—heir of White Moon Pack."*