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A Substituted Bride But A Fated Luna

Charles’ breath quickened, and his movements became more urgent. “I’m close,” he gasped in my ear, his voice breaking between moans. My own pleasure surged, and I couldn’t hold back the scream that tore from my throat. A wave of electric tingles swept through me, my temples throbbed, and the world around me faded into white… Every pore on my body felt wide open, heat radiating from me in waves. It was surreal, as if I were in a dream, feeling everything but grasping none of it… I could hardly believe it—I had married this man, the infamous Alpha of the Black Valley Pack, Charles McLean, and I had just slept with him. But there was no love between us. We weren’t fated mates. Since his first shift at eighteen, Charles McLean had never found his fated mate. And after one engagement after another, each of his fiancées had died under mysterious circumstances. Rumor had it that he wore a mask to conceal his hideous face and that he was a cruel, violent man who would kill without hesitation. People whispered that he had murdered his previous fiancées. His last fiancée—my sister—was terrified of him. Horrified by the stories, she had vehemently refused to marry him. And just before the wedding, she found her fated mate. So, without warning or preparation, I was forced to take her place, pushed into marrying Charles in her stead, to stand as his wife in name only and the unacknowledged Luna of the Black Valley Pack…

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Selena’s POV

What does it look like when the King takes the Queen on a tour of the palace? In the course of my date with Charles, I think I already knew something about it. He is the king, and I am the one he dotes on.

Shopping with him is like a big review of jewelry, bags, clothes and shoes. Whenever my gaze lingered on an item for more than three seconds, Charles would call sales and carefully pull out a piece of jewelry or a piece of clothing and present it to me.

In the Chanel store

In front of me, five of the latest bags of the season were displayed in a neat row, from the mini to the large size. Two salesmen, dressed in suits and white gloves, stood deferentially behind the row of bags, waiting to serve us.

"Which ones do you like?" Charles asked. His expression relaxed as he sank onto the sofa and drank the expensive sparkling water Chanel had provided.