Mister Alpha's Secret Wife

**White Fur Pack**

The sky was clear with warm sunlight, the deep blue sky devoid of clouds, as the wedding of Louis William, known as the golden bachelor, and the internationally renowned actress Wendy was taking place at White Fur Pack.

The red carpet, fresh flowers, and the lavishly decorated altar all contributed to the dream wedding that many could only hope to attend.

With the presence of famous personalities and the most prominent stars of the time, everyone was showing off their status.

The bride wore a white saree wedding gown designed by Milan, the world's most famous designer, enhancing her beauty, making her look like a goddess. At this moment, she could only be described with four words: 'nation-toppling beauty.'

The groom exuded a lazy yet commanding aura, with an arresting appearance that was both luxurious and enchanting. His forehead bore a hint of allure that was impossible to ignore. Every gesture, every move, radiated a noble and elegant demeanor, but these movements only made it harder for the spectators to look away.

The elder asked, "Groom Louis, do you take Miss Wendy to be your wife, to become your Luna, and vow to stay by her side in both wealth and hardship, never to part?"

Louis's thin lips curled up into a smirk, a smile that was both affectionate yet tinged with a hint of indifference.

There was no answer for a long time.

The elder was surprised and asked once more. Wendy looked at Louis in astonishment. She didn't understand; this was the Louis who had always adored her, so why was he hesitating?

Just when everyone was shocked and bewildered, Louis spoke, "I do!"

Wendy let out a slight sigh of relief, and everyone else also breathed a collective sigh.

The elder then asked, "Miss Wendy, do you take Louis to be your husband, and vow to stay by his side in both wealth and hardship, never to part?"

With a loud bang, the grand doors of the chapel were kicked open.

The light from outside shone in, making the scene even more surreal.

A petite figure appeared at the chapel's entrance, with long hair tied up in a high ponytail, her face concealed beneath a golden mask.

Dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, she looked rebellious yet fragile.

She appeared as if she had just stepped off a fierce battlefield.

The scene descended into chaos, with everyone clustering together, whispering.

"Who is that?"

A cold smile played on her lips. Suddenly, with a flick of her wrist, a handgun appeared in her hand, aiming directly at the bride, Wendy.

She took aim and pulled the trigger.

The bullet flew like an arrow released from a bow, piercing straight into the bride's heart.

Her actions were swift, clean, and fluid.

Blood gushed from Wendy's chest, looking as beautiful as Mandala flowers, the flower of death.

The scene turned into an uproar, with people screaming in terror.

The woman placed her right hand on her lips, suddenly smiled, and blew a kiss to Louis, before turning and leaving smoothly, without leaving a trace.

Louis faintly smiled, a smile that grew even stranger, but his eyes were cold, devoid of any warmth.

Louis leisurely walked out of the chapel.

His white suit stained with blood resembled a white grave adorned with striking red flowers.

He was the darling of the heavens, with a face of unparalleled beauty, as if he were a painting created by a master artist, truly mesmerizing.

No one outside was unfamiliar with Alpha Louis's reputation.

He was known for his strong, decisive, and beautiful ways.

He was a man who could sip red wine slowly while ruthlessly hunting down his enemies without mercy.

Cold, bloodthirsty, beautiful, and alluring, all combined into one.

Today was supposed to be his wedding, but in the blink of an eye, it had turned into a funeral.

The media thronged around him, trying to get an interview.

"Alpha Louis, was your future Luna really shot dead?"

"Alpha Louis, can you tell us who killed your future Luna?"

"Is someone trying to get revenge on you, Alpha Louis? Do you know who is behind this?"

...

The security team escorted him, blocking the fierce onslaught of the media.

Suddenly, Louis stopped walking, and all the cameras and microphones focused on him, waiting for his answer. Under the sunlight, Louis looked as if he were a beautiful, luxurious sculpture, so splendid that it made people feel inferior to look directly at him.

"Get lost!" Louis spat out a single word.

Just one word, not loud, not angry, yet it felt like a cold wind swept through, the temperature around them suddenly dropping. Everyone felt a wave of chills, as if an invisible hand was tightening around their throats, making it hard to breathe.

The bodyguards quickly drove the reporters away, shielding Alpha Louis as he got into a luxurious, bulletproof Lincoln, leaving with arrogance.

"Young Master, the old master has called, he wants you to return to the old house immediately, he is very angry," the assistant beside Louis reminded him.

Louis sneered, "The old man must be puzzled because the one who got shot wasn't me."

The atmosphere grew icy.

The assistant dared not say more.

"Young Master, this matter is extremely suspicious, I will certainly investigate thoroughly."

In the car, Louis looked back at the chapel, his hand clenched so tightly it seemed like he wanted to crush his bones.

Louis said, "Find out for me, who did this."

Daring to provoke him on such an important day, giving him such a big surprise, he wanted that person dead without a place to be buried.

No matter who it was.

He would make sure she understood the consequences of messing with Louis-how tragic it would be.

...

The Mint Bar was the most luxurious bar in White Fur Pack.

The music was deafening, and the atmosphere was decadent.

On the dance floor, the dancers performed hot, extremely provocative moves.

Cersei Martell sat at the bar, drinking, one glass after another. Irene Watts sat beside her, constantly advising, "Cersei, stop drinking."

"Don't worry, I'm fine." Cersei waved her hand, signaling Irene to be quiet.

Irene said mysteriously, "We came here to watch a show, if you get drunk, how can you watch?"

The so-called show was watching men perform stripteases, a show that took place here at midnight.

Cersei smiled brightly, her eyes pure, her pupils covered with a layer of mist, "You want to watch, after all, I'm not that interested."

Irene noticed she was slightly tipsy, couldn't help but laugh and ask, "You're really not interested?"

"That's right! Not even a little bit."

"Forget it, I won't talk to you anymore, I'm going to the restroom, you wait here, don't wander off."

"Got it."

Irene went to the restroom, and Cersei drank another glass, her bright eyes narrowed slightly, carrying a hint of laziness, yet very seductive.

A flash of light appeared in her eyes, and she smiled as brightly as a flower.

The bar was indeed very lively.

It was a good place to indulge.

She grabbed a glass of wine and staggered toward a quiet corner.

Suddenly, she heard strange noises, someone calling for help. Cersei, holding her glass, stealthily moved toward the sound.

It was a private booth.

Cersei was shocked to see a man and woman in a very intimate position, the woman's clothes disheveled, the man's clothes still intact.

The two were oblivious to their surroundings, the woman's face flushed, her eyes clouded with desire.

**The man had a face as alluring as an angel's, while the woman behind him swayed her body seductively, her eyes clear yet bewitching, not wanting to be disturbed in the slightest.**

They were being far too bold.

Cersei thought the woman's face looked somewhat familiar. Suddenly, the man violently grabbed the woman's hair, pulling her head up.

Finally, she could clearly see the woman's face-it was none other than the superstar Naccy.

The moans coming from this woman were quite something.

Calling for help while in the midst of pleasure.

If anyone heard and rushed to the rescue, it would definitely make for an interesting scene.

Cersei crouched down, studying them quietly, thinking to herself how their position was really quite... challenging. How did they even manage it?

She was engrossed, analyzing their posture, when suddenly, a cold gaze swept over her. She accidentally made eye contact with a pair of eyes so wickedly enticing that it made one want to sink into them.

A pair of demon's eyes.

Not wanting to be rude, she quickly tried to retreat.

Fortunately, the lighting was too dim; he probably couldn't see her face.

They were really too passionate!

Just as Cersei was about to stand up, tragedy struck-her legs had gone a bit numb. She cursed softly and, abandoning all grace, wobbled away from the booth.

She had barely taken two steps when suddenly her arm was grabbed, and with a strong force pulling her back, Cersei, still holding her drink, fell into the arms of the man behind her.

The scent of Dior Homme immediately filled her nose, bringing with it a deadly allure.

Her drink spilled onto the man's chest.

The liquid trickled down to his waist, and Cersei couldn't help but wonder, what would happen if it reached his groin?

Oh my, this man just had an intense session with a woman, and now he's quickly cleaned up.

Is this his post-intimacy combat mode?

Too efficient.

"Seen enough and now you want to leave?" Louis's voice was icy, elegant yet laced with a hint of heartlessness.

Actually, I haven't seen enough; if I don't leave, do you want me to take a souvenir photo?

Cersei didn't look up, pretending to be a drunken girl, she said, "I didn't mean to, I'm not a reporter, you two carry on, you two carry on."

"I'm not disturbing."

She was about to leave but was stopped by Louis grabbing her arm again.

Cersei was annoyed. Damn it, I'm trying to leave, what more do you want?

She suddenly looked up, and both of them were stunned.

Damn it, what a small world.

"Tình Nhi?"

This woman looked so much like Wendy, with an eighty or ninety percent resemblance, enough to make Louis lose his mind.

How could there be someone so similar?

The fragrance wafting into his nose was also her favorite scent.

Cersei felt a bit dizzy-how did she end up bumping into Louis?

Just bad luck.

After Louis recovered from the shock, his eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Can you let go?" Cersei said with a smile, looking up.

Louis was slightly mesmerized; her smile was truly beautiful.

How could a smile be so beautiful?

So radiant, like a hundred flowers blooming in the spring Blood Moon pack.

Wendy was introverted and could never have such a brilliant smile.

A heat rose from his lower abdomen, and Louis was startled to find himself aroused. Cersei cursed inwardly; the situation was clearly not in her favor, and she quickly wanted to leave.

But then, to both her and Louis's surprise, he knocked her unconscious with a blow.

Before Cersei passed out, she thought:

Walking too much at night will indeed lead to encounters with ghosts.

The night was just beginning, and the night scene at White Fur Pack was picturesque.

When Cersei woke up, she was lying in a room overlooking the sea.

She rubbed her neck, which ached. Louis was truly strange-why had he brought her here in the middle of the night?

Could it be that he really fancied her beauty?

That would be... not a waste at all.

The room was dark, and Louis stood by the window, dressed in Dior's latest spring collection, which only enhanced his mesmerizing appearance.

This brand suited slightly slender men.

He successfully portrayed the elegant and noble beauty of Dior.

Like a supermodel on a magazine cover.

How could there be such a soul-stealing man in this world?

"You're awake?" Louis's voice in the dark carried an additional layer of intoxication, low and hoarse.

There was an underlying pressure and complexity she couldn't quite understand.

"What do you want?"

Cersei got out of bed, relieved that her clothes were intact. She let out a sigh of relief.

Louis noticed what she was thinking and his lips curled into a mocking smile.

His gaze, fixed on Cersei, carried a sharp edge.

"What's your name?"

"Cersei."

Louis frowned; the name suited her well. She resembled Wendy very much, but lacked Wendy's pure innocence.

It was a purity like the morning dew on a lotus flower.

A kind that makes one want to capture it. (Meaning to capture the dew)

"If you don't mind, I'd like to go home now." Being flexible had always been Miss An's way of dealing with situations.

It was the middle of the night, and they were alone.

The situation was obviously not in her favor.

If it's not favorable, she must leave.

"Stop!" His voice was neither loud nor soft, but icy, freezing the atmosphere around him.

Cersei turned around, Alpha Louis, do you have to be so ruthless?

I just want to go home.

"Be my lover!" Louis's voice was cold, devoid of emotion, yet it carried an authority that was impossible to refuse.

Cersei was instantly petrified.

The world had gone mad.

How could he be so... full of himself?

He slowly approached her, lifting her chin, his attitude as lofty as an emperor favoring a concubine.

Unmatched, unattainable.

"Name your price." He said disdainfully.

Mint was a luxurious, hedonistic bar. Women who frequented such places were not decent.

Her appearance was pure.

She was just like those women you see on the streets, in jeans washed to a pale white, suggesting a poor family background. For such a woman, money would be the best solution.

Moreover, Alpha Louis was the dream lover of every woman in White Fur Pack.

So, the young master was confident that as long as he named the right price, he could have Miss An.

Cersei smiled and said, "Alpha, looking at your clothes, I can tell you're not short of money!"

Damn it, why was there a fire burning inside her?

Cersei angrily realized that she was having a physiological reaction.

Oh my, she had been drugged.

Disgusting, that bastard would pay!

One moment, he treated her like a cheap tomato, thinking a sum of money could buy her?

Louis's eyes narrowed dangerously, the glowing lights outside the window reflecting the long river stretching across White Fur Pack.

His gaze turned to the river, clear yet cold, glimmering.

Cersei thought to herself, a man like this, it wouldn't be a disgrace to lose to him.

"Trust me, name your price, I will absolutely satisfy you!"

"I'm not interested in being a lover, Alpha."

"You know who I am?" Louis's eyes narrowed, slightly surprised.

"You're always on the cover of magazines, changing women like clothes. Oh no, switching women as fast as flipping through books. I might not want to know you, but these past two days, you've been all over the magazines. Saying I don't know you, wouldn't that be making things difficult for me?"

Louis thought to himself, he had misjudged her.

He believed Cersei was innocent, not realizing she was actually so cunning.

He skillfully grasped her arm, smiling, "Since you know who I am, is this your way of playing hard to get?"

"You really are the king of narcissism." More narcissistic than anyone else.

Cersei smiled sweetly, her face blossoming like a flower, and suddenly said, "If you want to sleep with me, show me your skills!"

Suddenly, the world spun around, and Cersei found herself pulled into Louis's arms, a shadow enveloping her as a scorching kiss landed on her lips.

It was passionate, scorching.

The man kissed just as he was-domineering, invasive, allowing no refusal.

"What are you doing?" She finally broke free from his hold.

"You said it yourself, using my skills, so I intend to play a game with you."

Louis pinned her arms behind her back and lowered his head to kiss her lips once again.

Cersei was furious; when she said skills, she didn't mean these kinds of skills.

But Louis didn't allow her any further rejection, trapping her, cutting off all her escape routes.

His lips and tongue captured her sweet words, kissing her deeper and more lingeringly.

In terms of technique, ten Cerseis couldn't compare to one Louis.

Underneath him, she melted into a pool of spring water, letting him do as he pleased.

Because of the drug, Cersei didn't have the strength to resist, feeling as though all the energy in her body was drained.

She felt trapped, with a sense of unease she couldn't quite grasp.

It was terrifying.

"How about my skills?" Louis released her, his eyes bright, fixed on her lips, which were now a vivid red from his kisses.

Underneath him, Cersei smiled like a temptress, slightly lifting her body to rub against Alpha Louis's not-so-honest little brother. She smiled at him and said, "I think I have more skills than you."

Skills aren't in the words but in the reaction of the other party.

She was beautiful, even more beautiful than Wendy.

Especially her eyes, like they were filled with the bright sunshine of the world.

A wave of heat rushed to his lower abdomen, burning fiercely.

A single kiss that could fluster him like this-she was the first.

Louis smiled; this woman had thoroughly piqued his interest.

Call her innocent, yet she was very experienced; at this moment, she didn't show a hint of shyness.

Call her experienced, yet her kissing technique was very naive, probably never having kissed anyone before.

Truly a mystery.

But regardless, she was someone who had captured his interest.

His slender hands slowly unbuttoned her shirt, his movements leisurely, as if he were appreciating a work of art, his gaze never leaving her face.

Cersei's face was slightly flushed.

This man must be a reincarnated demon, so alluring.

"Why do you want me to be your lover?"

"Because of this face."

Cersei suddenly grabbed his hand, her grip loosening slightly, stopping Louis's movements.

Their eyes locked, unguarded, staring straight into each other.

Cersei's smile had vanished, replaced by a kind of calm, cold detachment. Louis's eyes narrowed dangerously.

Their gazes collided in the air, sending sparks flying.

The ambiguous atmosphere continued to build.

Louis suddenly leaned down, kissing her madly, fiercely, as his hands quickly tore off her shirt, throwing it aside.

He no longer teased her, shedding his gentlemanly facade, revealing his wild and seductive nature.

Seizing and conquering was the essence of a man.

His kisses trailed down her face, wild and untamed, his hands roughly kneading her softness.

The man's breathing grew more and more rapid, and Cersei sensed danger-a danger of being taken.

She couldn't escape.

The drug controlled all her thoughts; she could only drown in his superior skills.

"Not bad," Louis praised her figure, not holding back as he lightly sucked on her rosy peak.

His strength was enough to make her feel pain.

A moan slipped from between Cersei's lips, further encouraging the man to act recklessly.

Louis's movements became rough.

Countless women had crossed paths with Alpha Louis.

He was dominant, never needing to please a woman.

Love, to him, was simply unzipping, entering, and exiting-that was the entire process.

Brutally entering her, the tearing pain was evident on Cersei's enraptured face, her nails digging fiercely into his shoulders.

She was a virgin?

Alpha Louis was momentarily stunned. He had been with countless women, but he had one rule.

He would never touch a virgin.

Cersei was exquisite inside and out, and her presence at Mint Bar certainly didn't suggest she was still a virgin.

"You..."

Cersei, in pain, wanted to kill him, and Alpha Louis's heart suddenly wavered.

Ah, a beast.

But with the bowstring drawn, there was no turning back. Louis didn't have time to pity her; he madly took all the sweetness she had to offer.

A night of wild passion, drowning in desire.

The two of them, filled with energy, went at it seven times. Finally, exhausted, they fell asleep in each other's arms. Louis was so tired he couldn't even lift a finger.

This woman appeared delicate, but she had excellent stamina.

How satisfying!

It was the first time he had felt so content with a woman, and her scent was delightful.

She was truly a delicious feast.

Compared to before, even though he had been through countless encounters, none were as exhilarating as this one.

At five o'clock, Cersei's biological clock went off.

Her whole body ached as if it had been crushed by a car, especially down below, which hurt even more from the intense activity.

Cersei cursed softly, suddenly realizing that Louis was still inside her.

Her head buzzed, and she quickly pushed Louis away. He was too tired, sleeping soundly, so he didn't stir.

Her body was covered in bruises, all green and purple, all from his kisses.

Alpha Louis, you truly are a beast.

Suddenly, Cersei frowned. Louis hadn't used protection, and they had done it so many times. She frowned, calculating in her mind.

She usually had good luck.

The chances of getting pregnant from just one night were pretty low.

Cersei searched for her clothes and put them on, glancing back at Louis.

She suddenly flashed a mischievous smile.

At five in the morning, the first light of dawn gently illuminated her face, showing a hint of weariness.

Louis, Louis...

She suddenly turned around and walked into Louis's study.

Thirty minutes later, Cersei walked out of the study and placed a note on the bedside table before turning to leave the seaside apartment.

At six o'clock by the seaside, dawn had already risen high.

The breeze was as gentle as water. Cersei tied her hair up high, wearing a long black coat, a black belt cinched around her waist, making her look even more slender.

A bulletproof limousine was parked by the sea, and standing next to the car were four men dressed in black.

They were cold and imposing, exuding a murderous aura.

As Cersei approached, a tall, handsome man stepped out of the car.

His face was like a sculpture, deep and handsome, with a perfectly proportioned body that could only be described as flawless.

"Last night, was it you who drugged me?" Cersei asked in a low voice, her hand clenched.

"Drugged you?" The man pursed his lips, looking utterly bewildered.

Cersei handed him a USB, her eyes as cold as water, but her smile remained as bright as a flower.

Whether it was him or not, it no longer mattered.