Chapter Thirty-eight

AMALA

Just like that, everyone is having a huge feast, drinking together in the finest wine.

Forget the animosity they had earlier, the ambience changed from somber to joy when Finrel offered food and drinks to every attendee.

Once they were busying themselves with food and liquor, the female omegas brought me to the room at a nearby luxurious hotel.

"The Alpha wants you to wear this dress, Future Luna," says one of the women.

Before me lies a long rose gold overskirt dress which reaches until the floor. On its dummy, I can see a matching color of the rhinestone crystal headband.

"Beautiful." A word slips through my lips as I am mesmerized by the beauty of this dress.

Not even once have I seen human girls wearing this fancy get-up in a lifetime.

This truly defines how far our statuses are between wolf and human.

"Hello, Future Luna, I will be handling your hair and my assistants for your make-up." Another female wolf enters the room who looks like she's in her mid-40s.

"S-sure.