My Fiancé, Your Backer
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I grew up training in seclusion, intentionally sealing my royal aura to experience life as a regular werewolf. My family arranged a marriage for me a long time ago, and my fiancé is Derrick, the Alpha of a local pack. Today, I visit a high-end witch boutique to pick out an exclusive dress for my Mating Ball. I immediately spot a one-of-a-kind enchanted moonstone gown. Just as I reach out to take it.
A woman standing nearby shoots me a sideways glance and announces loudly to the people around her, "This dress looks pretty good. I'm taking it."
Before she even finishes her sentence, she steps forward and snatches the gown right out of my reach.
My face darkens, and I speak up to stop her. "First come, first served. I saw this dress first. Snatching it like that is way out of line."
She scoffs, looking me up and down with pure disgust. "This enchanted gown costs a fortune. Look at what you're wearing. Do you really think you're worthy of even touching it? I'm Selene, Alpha Derrick's mate. In this territory, Derrick is the law!"
How ironic. Derrick is the exact same fiancé my family arranged for me.
A woman standing nearby shoots me a sideways glance and announces loudly to the people around her, "This dress looks pretty good. I'm taking it."
Before she even finishes her sentence, she steps forward and snatches the gown right out of my reach.
My face darkens, and I speak up to stop her. "First come, first served. I saw this dress first. Snatching it like that is way out of line."
She scoffs, looking me up and down with pure disgust. "This enchanted gown costs a fortune. Look at what you're wearing. Do you really think you're worthy of even touching it? I'm Selene, Alpha Derrick's mate. In this territory, Derrick is the law!"
How ironic. Derrick is the exact same fiancé my family arranged for me.


















































