Rebecca Holter is a woman who had to take care of her two younger siblings, Lucile and Philip, at a very young age. Currently, they are 31 and 35 years old, respectively. Each of them has started their own family, leaving Rebecca alone in her parents' house, who passed away when she was only 17 years old. She is now 43 years old, a beautiful woman who hides her beauty behind oversized denim pants, loose t-shirts, and cross shoes. Her siblings want her to meet someone and finally learn to live life and love.

Antoine Dumont is a 2300-year-old werewolf, though he appears to be 40 human years old. He is one of the oldest that exist. Centuries ago, he had his soulmate, a beautiful alpha she-wolf who died in a hunter attack. He thought he would die of pain, but his thirst for revenge was stronger. Fueled by anger, he exterminated those hunters and mercilessly killed their families to avoid future trouble.

So the years passed, turning into centuries, and then into millennia. Always alone, no woman was his beloved Elizabeth.

"STOP YOU SON OF A BITCH! GET HIM! HE STOLE FROM ME!" Rebecca shouts, chasing the thief who took her purse.

With a blow, the man falls to the ground, face-up, and gazing at the sky. Probably seeing birds in the air.

"Oh, damn thief" Becca says, kicking the poor man's right hip as he still doesn't react "you're a fool, stealing from a defenseless woman."

She wanted to kick the guy again but was lifted into the air.

"Let me go, so I can give him what he deserves."

"That's enough!" a deep voice stopped her attempt to take justice into her own hands "Are you crazy?"

When she finally stood face to face with the owner of that voice, he was strikingly handsome, with poise and elegance. He had something that had a magnetic effect on her. For him, it was madness that a second chance existed, and above all, that she was a forty-something, poorly dressed, and human woman. The moon goddess must hate him to send him that horrendous woman.

Noticing the disdainful look the man was giving her annoyed her. It was true that she wasn't a supermodel, but she didn't deserve such a condescending gaze.

"Crazy? HA!" she places her hands on her hips "This guy stole from me, he was about to take my salary, and because I want to defend myself, I'm crazy? You're the crazy one."

"If it wasn't for me, that salary would already be spent."

While the two argued, the thief took the opportunity to escape, and Jacques, Antoine's beta, hit him again, causing him to fall to the ground, staring at the sky.

"Well, well..." she didn't know how to respond, the gallant man had an intense gaze "uhm... you know what, thanks, but I was already catching up to him."

"Of course, I could tell... Ma'am."

The twitch in her eye that always appeared when someone called her "Ma'am."

"Ma'am? Ma'am? Go to hell!"

She turned around and walked away, grumbling at the wolf's words. She only hoped to never see that conceited person again in her life. But the moon goddess had other plans for both of them.

In the city, millions of stories can be found, some happier than others, and some extremely irreverent. Rebecca Holter's story would be perfect for a drama. Her parents died when she was just 17 years old, leaving her alone in a difficult world as a teenager who had to become a mother and father to her two young siblings, aged 9 and 5. She left school to work, luckily they owned the house they lived in. They had no other family, only each other.

As they grew up, her siblings were able to attend university through scholarships. Lucile became a lawyer, while Philip became an economist and a professor at the same university he graduated from. They loved her immensely because she sacrificed the best years of her life to give them what she never had.

Rebecca Holter, or Becca, as her close friends call her, deserves the world for being such a good person. That's why her two brothers have decided to sign her up on a dating website. Indeed, they've never seen her with a boyfriend or even a lover, but that's about to change because they will find the perfect match for their sister.

"Charles Lock! He looks very attractive," Lucile comments while looking at the photo of a redhead man. "They would make a lovely couple."

"Let me see him," Phil takes a glance at the photo. "Hmm... I don't know, with that plaid shirt, he could be a sociopath."

"You're right, let's discard him."

Finding the perfect man for their sister was turning out to be more difficult than they thought. At this rate, Becca will be alone forever, or at least that's what they believe.

"Do you think Becca will accept any date?" Lucile asks with concern.

"I hope so. She truly deserves a good love. She has given so much for us, and I long for her to finally meet her true love. Becca is beautiful and too good for this world."

"Yes, you're right. She has given everything for us."

They spent the rest of the afternoon going through profiles, hundreds of them, but only five were considered as candidates for a date with their sister.

Now, they just had to convince her to accept a date with each one of them. She's usually indifferent to dating, saying she's too old for that kind of thing, although her few friends always tell her she's at the best age.

What's truly impressive is that she has never had sex. She got so absorbed in raising her siblings that she never even had a real kiss. Of course, nobody knows this, she feels ashamed just at the thought of confessing that she's never been kissed.

While her brothers go to a shopping mall to buy her a beautiful dress, she is at her current job as a maid in a luxurious hotel owned by the Dumont family hotel chain. Unaware that she will soon meet her destined one, but also the Wolf of her nightmares. The game of roles will begin for both of them sooner than they imagine. Antoine Dumont will also meet his biggest headache. A beautiful blonde, 43 years old and 1.78 meters tall. The woman who will bring him down a notch.

People often have dreams that throughout our lives, we see if we fulfill or if they simply remain utopias that could never be. Becca always had a dream, to open a small bookstore where readers could find all kinds of books and enjoy a cup of coffee. That has always been her secret dream, and ever since her siblings moved out, she started saving money to achieve her goal.

She had saved every dollar, depriving herself even of new clothes. That's why she always wore second-hand clothes, which made her look unkempt and far from sexy.

"Hello sister!" greets Phil as he enters the kitchen and pours himself a cup of freshly made coffee. His sister's coffee was the best. "Becca, Lucile and I want to talk to you about..."

"If it's that ridiculous idea of finding me a suitor again, no!" she interrupts the conversation.

"But sister..."

"No! I said I'm not interested... do I have a sign that says 'I'm desperate'?" She was truly bothered by their attempts to interfere in her personal life, well, she didn't really have a personal life. "I'm not interested in anything romantic, so please, drop the subject or I'll move far away."

She left the kitchen and went upstairs. Today, she would go to the bank to finally withdraw all her savings. She had already secured the location for the bookstore and found book suppliers. All that was left was to sign the papers to deliver the money.

She took off her clothes in front of the large mirror in her bathroom and looked at herself from head to toe. Her reflection showed a beautiful woman with flawless skin and good curves. She was still desirable, even though she often went unnoticed.

"Someday you will meet that suitor who will remove all that cobwebs down there," she told herself.

For Antoine, things were different. He had lost the will to dream ever since his beloved had been killed by hunters. Now, he only sought to satisfy his body, as his soul was dead.

He had everything material, after 2,280 years of enriching himself. His pack was incredibly wealthy, and rightfully so, as he was the alpha of alphas. Despite all this, his pack came first. He was a beloved and respected alpha.

Women fell at his feet, both humans and she-wolves. And who wouldn't fall for his charms? With his 6'3" height and that bad boy demeanor in formal attire, he had a unique beauty. To humans, he was a ridiculously handsome forty-something man, while to she-wolves, he was a sexy ancient wolf. Either way, Antoine drew attention from any woman in both worlds.

Gretta was the one who had enjoyed it the most, although this she-wolf believed she was the Moon of moons for being the one who shared the most bed with him, thinking that everyone should worship her for it. It is worth clarifying that this behavior only occurred when the wolf was not in the pack.

Antoine looks at the city skyline from the window of his office, searching, but unsure of what exactly he is searching for. His wolf, Eon, has been restless lately, as if sensing something that will happen in the coming days.