Summary
(An Alpha bottom who thinks he’s a top × a calculating Beta top.)
I schemed my way into my lover’s heart.
He didn’t like Alphas, so I pretended to be a gentle, harmless Beta.
One careful move at a time, I got what I wanted: I became his lawful husband.
On the night we registered our marriage, my rut went haywire, and my pheromones spiraled out of control.
I caught hold of my lover, my voice hoarse.
“Wife… I feel awful.”
He held me down. “You’re an Alpha? Was lying to me fun?”
By then, all reason had deserted me. All I wanted was to crush him to my chest.
The next second, the world flipped.
He pinned me beneath him and looked down at me.
“Stay still, darling. Your pheromones don’t work on me.”












