His Defiant Luna: The Secret White Wolf

Today was my twentieth birthday, the day my fiancé, Kerr Cantrell, arrived at my family's estate.

In my past life, he used the Werewolf Council's blind-matching law to force me into his home as an unmarked breeder—a powerless slave. He claimed it was the only way to protect my family's newly arrived merchant pack in the capital.

But it was all a sickening lie. While draining our billions, he was secretly engaged to a powerful military commander's sister. Worse, his family colluded with the Council to revoke our residency sponsorship and planted ten crates of contraband military silver dust in our moving trucks.

My entire bloodline was ruthlessly executed on the highway for high treason. I was locked away in his dark dungeon, tortured until my flesh burned to ash.

Until my last breath, I couldn't understand how the Alpha I trusted could slaughter my innocent family just to fund his lavish wedding with another woman. Why did our devotion and wealth only buy us a brutal death sentence?

Opening my eyes again, I was back on the very morning of my twentieth birthday.

"Your entire Pack will be stripped of residency and thrown into the wilderness to be hunted down!" he threatened, demanding my fortune just like before.

This time, I didn't cower or cry.

Instead, I locked the doors, surrounded him with thirty silver-armed guards, and served him a steaming cup of paralyzing Wolfsbane tea.