For seven grueling years, I was forced into a marriage with Alpha Ethan. To the world, I was a joke—the most pathetic Luna to ever draw breath. I washed his underwear soaked in his mistress's perfume, played free nanny to his four illegitimate children, and endured public humiliation from the entire pack. What they didn't know was that every humiliation was a transaction. Seven years ago, I struck a deal with his father. I traded my dignity for the life of my true mate. For seven long years, I numbed my wolf, forcing myself to see Ethan's face as nothing more than a shadow of someone else. Now, the clock has run out. I tore off the mask and ran toward the man etched into my very soul—the man Ethan resembles but could never hope to be. When Ethan finally chases me down, driven mad by the loss, he sneers, "What? You can't get me, so you decided you'd find a substitute?" I turn back with a cold, cutting smile. "A substitute? Ethan, from start to finish, you were nothing but a cheap counterfeit to me."