THE WEREWOLF BILLIONAIRE WICKED STRANGER

I was supposed to be in Room 30, the cheapest room. I mistakenly entered Room 300, the billionaire's den.

He was Brandon Crestwood. Billionaire. Alpha. A werewolf who hasn't touched a woman in 5 years.

I was Serena, a broke girl whose fiancé dumped her for her cousin on the same day.

One night in his bed was supposed to mean nothing. One night to forget my shame.

But I got pregnant.

He found me one month later, crying in the rain, my cheap shoes soaking, my heart broken. He looked at my stomach and his golden wolf eyes glowed.