MasukNeriah POV
I came back to the house feeling dejected. My one shot to get out of that show fell through. It seems that in this life, I will still have to change my fate and be a part of that show.
Nila has been acting a little off since leaving the studio today. I think she is just as disappointed as I am, though. Hopefully, her spirits will lift soon. I will let her out for a run in a little while. First, food. I’m starving.
I walk into the house and see Jemisha celebrating something with Dad and Regina. I pass through the room, and Jemisha calls out. “Sister! I’m so excited! Did I forget to tell you that I am part of that new reality TV show? The one about claiming a worthy Luna?
Just like our past life. She joined, and then she had that snake put on the mountain to destroy me. “What a coincidence. So am I,” I said calmly, waiting for Regina to react. Without missing a beat, she started screaming like a banshee.
“WHAT?!” Regina said. “Withdraw! Right now! You are not going to ruin Jemisha’s chances at becoming a Luna!”
Jemisha looked at me with a wicked smile. “That’s right, sister. I heard Silas joined, and you ran right behind him and entered, too. I joined to make sure that you don’t embarrass yourself.”
“Silas entered? How wonderful for him,” I said.
“Withdraw, Neriah! You need to let your sister have this!” Regina screamed.
“I can’t. I’m contractually obligated, Regina,” I said, not giving her two seconds to continue screaming. “Unless you want to pay the penalty fees. It’s two hundred thousand dollars.”
“HOW MUCH!?”
“Page seven of eight. Termination clause. Read it for yourself,” I said, handing the contract to my father.
He read it, and his face turned red. He looked at me. “You joined such a competition without talking to us first?”
I laughed. “I’m certain that Jemisha didn’t talk to you first before joining. Why are you not scolding her? Or is your favoritism just that plain to see now? Besides, I’m eighteen. I don’t need your permission to join that show.”
I took the contract out of my father’s hands and folded it before tucking it into my back pocket.
“YOU UNGRATEFUL BRAT! WE SUPPORT YOU ALL THESE YEARS, AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY US!? BY BEING DISRESPECTFUL?!” the banshee screamed again.
I rolled my eyes. “Support? Fifty dollars a month, while Jemisha received fifty thousand a month. I have to use that fifty dollars to buy my own school supplies, food, and personal items every month. Honestly, your support is no better than giving a beggar spare change.”
My father looked at me strangely. “I set it up for you to get fifty thousand a month, too, Neriah.”
I laughed, pulled out my phone, and showed him my online banking deposits. “Am I lying?”
“Why didn’t you say something?” He asked.
“I did, and you said I was just trying to get extra. Now that you see the truth, why don’t you ask your precious Regina and Jemisha where that money went?” I asked and then continued, “What’s even more appalling is that you don’t even notice that I wear plain, thrift store clothes while your mate and demon spawn dress better than your eldest daughter. You are either blind or willfully ignorant. Which one is it, Father?”
Then I turned and went to my room. As I walked away, I said over my shoulder, “Don’t worry, though. Soon I will be out of everyone’s way.”
I went to my room and closed my door. My room is small. There is a twin-size bed, nightstand, and small dresser. Not that I need a dresser. I only have enough outfits for one week. I keep them clean, but still, it’s nothing compared to all the clothes Jemisha and Regina have. Some clothes sit in their closets with tags still on them.
I have to save from my fifty dollars just to afford shoes. I have one pair of sneakers, and very few clothes. Shifting requires planning. I can’t afford to rip my clothes apart during a shift. That’s why shifting alone was scary. I stripped a few minutes before midnight and hid my clothes. A rogue could have come out and hurt me. No one cared, though. Story of my life.
I sighed. I am going to leave this place. I am going to live this time. I want to find my own happiness. Search for my mate, and see what special gift I have with my mate. But before I can do any of that, I am going to make damn sure they all pay!
Ambrose POVI made my way to the production company. Parker wanted my input on some of the obstacles for the upcoming reality show. ‘Claim the Worthy Luna ’ is an awful name for a show, but the focus groups loved the name and concept.Parker wanted me to approve his list of obstacles since I am one of the main investors. I may not like the name or concept myself, but the public wants it, and I stand to make money with my investment.‘You should join. You don’t have a mate, Ames,’ Kral said.My wolf wants his mate. I know he does because I do, too. I prefer to let things happen naturally, though. I don’t want to push the Moon Goddess’s will. Everything in its due time. Besides, my folks were fated. It was a beautiful kind of love.I reached the studio, and Ina, the receptionist, stood. “Prince Ambrose, welcome,” she said with a flirty smile.I smiled, but I knew it didn’t reach my eyes. “Ina, I’m here to see Parker,” I said politely but seriously.“Yes, he is expecting you, your highne
Neriah POVI came back to the house feeling dejected. My one shot to get out of that show fell through. It seems that in this life, I will still have to change my fate and be a part of that show.Nila has been acting a little off since leaving the studio today. I think she is just as disappointed as I am, though. Hopefully, her spirits will lift soon. I will let her out for a run in a little while. First, food. I’m starving.I walk into the house and see Jemisha celebrating something with Dad and Regina. I pass through the room, and Jemisha calls out. “Sister! I’m so excited! Did I forget to tell you that I am part of that new reality TV show? The one about claiming a worthy Luna?Just like our past life. She joined, and then she had that snake put on the mountain to destroy me. “What a coincidence. So am I,” I said calmly, waiting for Regina to react. Without missing a beat, she started screaming like a banshee.“WHAT?!” Regina said. “Withdraw! Right now! You are not going to ruin Je
Neri POVAfter the thirty-minute ride, where things had gone incredibly quiet and uncomfortable for everyone else, the bus finally stopped. I climbed down and walked three blocks to the studio entrance with my papers in my hand, to prove I was in the show and needed to talk to the producer.The guards let me in, and I made my way to the main building. I walked into the lobby and asked the receptionist to speak with the producer.“You don’t have an appointment, and without one, you cannot see him. Besides, his calendar is full today,” she said, looking down on me.“No. I don’t. However, I’m sure your producer would hold you responsible for not letting me inform him that I am withdrawing from the competition and leaving him short one person during the filming day, when he could have had time to replace me, now would he?” I shot back.Her eyes widened, and I raised an eyebrow. I refused to break eye contact with this arrogant busy bee. She picked up the phone receiver and dialed a number
Neriah POVI’m back in my room at home. Back with my father and stepmother, though that isn’t saying much. They always favored Jemisha over me. I was just a fool who tried and failed to win their affection.When my mother passed away, my father was quick to remarry. I was young, still a pup. After they got married, Jemisha was born. My father seemed to forget I existed after that. I was always given the second pick of everything, while Jemisha always got the best. My entire life, I always took a back seat to my half-sister.This time, though, I’m going to change my fate. This time, I’m not going to beg for affection that none of them have for me. I’m getting out of here. I’m eighteen, and I am free to do what I want.I don’t get an allowance from my father, as Jemisha does. Still, the money I did get, which was only fifty dollars a month, I split and saved. I used half for my necessities and the other half I saved, in hopes that one day, when I turned eighteen, I could have a nice dre
Neriah POV“Silas, darling! Hurry up!” I said excitedly.It’s our three-year anniversary. Three years ago, I entered a Luna Selection Reality Show called ‘Claim the Worthy Luna’. I was eighteen, and in love with Alpha Silas of the Halo Moon pack. He entered the competition because he wanted to find a Luna. I joined immediately, and since I was eighteen, there was no reason for him to reject me.I followed him around and practically begged for him to pick me throughout the competition and even before the show began. I promised him we would win the competition, and he could add it to his many accolades back at the pack. There was reluctance in his eyes, and eventually, he agreed.We dominated every single competition. It was grueling. There were times we had to work together. Other times we had to work individually. Sometimes, we had to prove our worth to neutral elders and gain their approval.After two months of competitions, we were in the top three, and we had to embark on a gruelin







