The hot guy I ran into while escaping my arranged marriage? Pure bliss—until he dragged me home, locked me up, and declared I’m his Luna.
Now I know, The perfect guy showing up out of nowhere isn’t always destiny—sometimes, it’s your enemy. That explains why he’s glaring at me like I ruined his life.
He says he hates me, hates my pack, and using me to blackmail my dad is his genius plan. As for me? No one cares what I think—I’ve just swapped one hell for another, courtesy of my enemy lover.
“You don’t get to make demands, Princess,” he smirks.
Alright, fine. But can we talk about why you’ve been sneaking around, sketching me like a lovesick artist, for, oh, six years?
