"Get rid of it," Alpha Damon said coldly, throwing a check at Aria's face. "I'm getting engaged to the Princess of the Royal Pack. She is the only one worthy of being my Luna." Aria took the money, faked the surgery, and vanished from the pack. Five years later, she returned as a famous fashion designer. Beside her stood two adorable toddlers—a boy and a girl. The boy had Damon's eyes, and the girl had his temper. At the banquet, Damon cornered her, staring at the twins with trembling hands. "Aria... why do they look like me?" Aria sneered and flashed the diamond ring on her finger. "You're mistaken, Alpha. These are my husband's children." "And he is a much better man than you." That night, the jealousy drove the Alpha mad.