Claire Donovan swore on her future husband's... assets—had she known that man was a wolf in sheep's clothing, and the alpha of all wolves at that, she would've kept her claws sheathed and played the meek little kitten!
Ripping pants, proposing marriage, signing the certificate, turning on the charm.
You thought he did all that to her?
Wrong—she did it to him!
On the surface, Mr. Alpha wore a scowl, but deep down? He was grinning like a fool.
As a powerful military figure in the capital with a double identity, he wielded immense influence and radiated ruthless dominance. Yet, his cold heart was sent into chaos by one irreverent little spitfire.
A deal, a contract—what started as a simple exchange of needs turned into a battle of who would fall first.
The spitfire purred, "Hubby, my job is to be pretty as a flower. What's yours?"
The wolf in a suit smirked. "My job is to pollinate the flower."
The spitfire: "..."
