Cheating Alpha

“Miss, are you sure you want a pheromone-cleansing potion? Once it’s used, you’ll be wiped clean from existence. Not even the most powerful Alpha King will be able to track your wolf scent.”

Ariel Allen paused for a moment before nodding firmly. “Yes. I want no one to find me. Not even my mate.”

There was a slight pause on the other end of the line, but the reply came quickly. “Understood, Miss. The potion will be ready in about two weeks. Please be patient.”

After hanging up the call with the witch, Ariel took out her phone and booked a one-way ticket to Frelandia—departure in exactly two weeks.

At that moment, the television was replaying the Thornfang Pack press conference.

Thornfang Pack was known for its rich mineral resources and made its fortune through gemstone trading.

A week ago, Alpha Damon Draven had crafted a necklace from a Starshard Diamond mined from the Moonvale vein.

This gem could only be cut by the claws of a pureblood werewolf.

Its brilliance could entrance ordinary humans and was considered a sacred symbol of Bloodbond among werewolves.

The necklace was named “Ariel.”

At the press conference, Damon had sliced his palm open and let his blood soak into the diamond, sealing the Blood Oath—the most sacred ritual declaring one’s eternal mate.

He declared to the world: Alpha Damon would forever love his Luna, Ariel.