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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…

FancyZ · Fantasia
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143 Chs

73 The Rose

Selena’s POV

The resort in the Moon Sea Pack is close to the coast and has a stunning beach that stretched out as far as I could see.

Charles and I took our own car to the house we were staying at for the next few days. There are several villas not far from the coast, each separated by a small garden, very private and independent. The house was built directly on the water and we could slide into the water from the room.

When we checked in at the front desk, the bill was staggering, but Charles didn't hesitate to pull out his credit card.

"I'd like to keep the Villa I booked for a year. My wife and I could come here again any day."

The waiter hurriedly took his credit card and said in an uncertain tone, "Sorry, sir, we don't offer this service..."

"I know," Charles said, pulling out another gold card.

The waiter's eyes widened. “Yes, I'll get right on it.”

I shrugged helplessly.