The Alpha’s Hidden Heir
All it took was using my body.
I rode him to exhaustion, and when he finally released, I took the potion. It was my ticket to the Alpha’s recognition.
The next day, I arrived at the pack house, the veil covering my face, the potion securely hidden. The maids greeted me warmly, bowing their heads in reverence.
They called me the chosen one.
Yes, I was. I had come to meet the man I despised most in this world, the one who had destroyed everything I once held dear. The Alpha.