Chapter1（POV·Olivia）

The Alpha’s ninety-ninth mistress showed up at my door and slapped a pregnancy report onto the table.

“So you’re Lucian’s Luna?” she sneered. “I’m carrying his child. Do yourself a favor and step aside.”

I glanced at the paper, then calmly pulled out a thick stack of evidence of her affairs and tossed it back at her.

“Are you sure,” I asked lightly, “the child is Lucian’s?”

Her expression collapsed instantly. Without another word, she tore the report in half.

“I’ll leave Lucian. Immediately.”

I watched her flee in panic, my face completely blank.

Since the day I formed a mate bond with Lucian, I’ve either been dealing with his mistresses—or cleaning up the messes they leave behind.

I’ve long since become a joke in the werewolf world.

Whenever other wolves see me, they always ask, half-mocking, half-curious, how I manage to discover every mistress so quickly.

The truth is, I don’t care how many women Lucian sleeps with.

I only care whether they threaten my bloodline’s right to inherit.

Besides, every time I expose one of his mistresses, Lucian is forced to grant me one demand—no conditions, no refusal.

This time, I chose a child.

And once that child is born…

Lucian is finished.

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“What do you want this time?”

The lazy question drifted through the bedroom the moment I stepped inside.

I slipped into my soft fur slippers and walked over, answering calmly and clearly,

“A child.”

“I want a child that belongs to you and me.”

Lucian’s amber eyes swept over me with open scrutiny. He patted the empty space beside him.

I lay down obediently at his side, and he immediately wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me fully into his chest.

I looked up at the face that countless women had fallen for, then leaned in and pressed a kiss to his neck.

When desire finally took over, his hand tightened around my waist as he thrust into me, his voice sharp with contempt.

“Don’t think you can use a child to bind me like the others.”

“Even if you give birth, I will never love a woman forced on me by her family.”

He released his lust with brutal intensity.

Pleasure crashed over me in waves, and I swallowed the sound that rose to my lips.

I didn’t know how long it lasted before an urgent call pulled him away.

I lay there, breathless, one hand resting on my flat stomach.

Love was never what I wanted.

Lucian was notoriously promiscuous—the most infamous playboy in the entire territory.

No Alpha wanted to marry their daughter to him.

Even at over thirty, Lucian showed no intention of changing.

His father, the old Alpha, and the former Luna grew anxious. In the end, they lowered their standards and began searching again.

After multiple rounds of selection, they noticed me—a woman with no powerful family background, but with ability no one could ignore.

They wanted someone obedient, compliant, capable of supporting Lucian.

So I played my role perfectly.

I was gentle. Considerate. I took meticulous care of Lucian’s daily life, occasionally showing just enough emotional intelligence to please his parents.

Despite Lucian’s fierce resistance, I was still forced into his life.

And just like that, I became the laughingstock of the Luna circle.

After that, Lucian grew even more reckless—sometimes entangling himself with three women at once, repeatedly exposed by pack scouts.

As the legitimate Luna, I had to clean up every mess.

Once, he went too far and nearly caused a territorial crisis. Only after being severely reprimanded by his parents did he finally restrain himself.

That was when I began my plan.

I started making demands—first jewelry, then money, then land.

I made Lucian believe I was nothing more than a greedy woman craving material comfort.

Meanwhile, with the Luna title and my own competence, I slowly stepped into the core of pack power.

Ding—

Lucian’s hundredth mistress sent me a provocative message.

Every word dripped with jealousy, desperate to see me lose control.

I replied casually, then turned off my phone and walked into the bathroom.

I could play the game of jealousy effortlessly—but I never lingered in such meaningless battles.

What I wanted was power.

Once I was carrying Lucian’s child, his parents’ tolerance of him would finally turn into disappointment.

And the future Alpha they would raise…

would be growing inside my womb.