Cora
"What the f**k is this?"
I cringed as Maya waved the bloody contract that Logan gave me right to my face. It was downpouring heavily outside, the raindrops furiously crashing against my window and making an annoying pattering noise. And I swear her tone was even more menacing than the thunder rolling in the dark sky.
"It is what you think it is," I muttered. "It's a contract."
"Yes, a contract citing that you are agreeing to be Logan Gray's fake, contracted mate for the next six months," Maya cried out. "A fake contracted mate? What nonsense is that?"
"It is exactly what it sounds like. I will be posing as his...er luna for the next six months and then, once the contract ends, I will come back home and..well that's pretty much it," I answered.
"Why?" she demanded, looking a
