I love werewolf stories. Especially the cliche story about the bad boy alpha of the pack who one day met his mate. Deep down inside, he loved her. He wanted to touch her or being near her every time. But the fact is unbearable. Outside, he felt upset about his mate. Because she was the one he never expected. True that she was perfect for him. Adorable, cute, lovable and had a beautiful kissable lips. But what could she be the Luna of the pack if she was useless weak woman who always seemed like a fragile?