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Author's povAlpha John sat in his study, the pale light from the morning sun streaming through the window and casting long shadows across the room. His stomach growled—he hadn't eaten and though it was not time for breakfast yet if he requested any, it would be given. But that was the least of his concerns; all his attention was focused on the piece of paper spread out in front of him on the table.It was created on many sides from much folding and unfolding, but the handwriting was unmistakable. His eyes flicked over the envelope beside it, stopping at the black moon insignia on it.The letter had arrived some days ago and brought with it the feeling of dread that he had been avoiding all this while. The same feeling of dread gripped him now as he read through the letter again:"Alpha John Brandon,You were entrusted with a single task—to follow orders—and yet you chose to defy me, hiding what was rightfully mine and harboring the very Omega I had commanded to be eliminated. This b

Christina's povMy training with Luna Sandra began the day after the meeting, and for two days now, I hadn't had much time to myself. She was so demanding, spending much time teaching me a lot of history that I didn't care about.Or rather, I wouldn't have cared about it a few weeks back, but in her words, "This is your world now, and so you have to know what it’s about."It wasn't that I was complaining. After all, I barely had other things to do anyway. But I detested history. Even in high school, it was always a struggle for me, and mostly, I managed to do well in exams because of revision sessions with my friends.Here, there were no friends. I wasn’t even allowed to see Becca and Melissa, and they hadn’t snuck into my room since then. I sure hoped they weren’t in trouble.Yesterday, I asked Luna Sandra about them, and she paused her lecture on vampires to look me straight in the eye. That woman always made me feel uneasy, and at that moment, I wished I hadn’t asked any questions

Christina's povThe mirror in front of me felt like a cruel joke. It reflected a version of myself that I couldn't even recognize. That girl looked nothing like me in her flowing white gown with delicate silver embroidery trailing down the bodice.The sleeves hung just off my shoulders, reminding me of the prom dress I had my eyes on for a while. Just that one was red, and this was white. If this was the universe's way of treating me to prom, then this was so unfair. I didn't even want to be taken by someone like Marcel, and here I was about to get married to him.Or "mated," as they called it here. My chest felt tight at the thought of it. Despite all the preparations by Luna Sandra, teaching me what was expected of me as a Luna and how to harness my authority, I felt like I was barely equipped. How did one go from having only college applications to worry about to have a whole pack to rule?For goodness' sake, I was barely 18. It would take a few more months for me to reach that age

Author's povChristina stepped forward, her eyes darkening as she looked between the Elder, who was holding that wicked-looking knife, and Marcel. When he had pressed it to Marcel's palm, he didn't do so much as flinch—it was like it didn't hurt, but she doubted that.It wasn't the pain that scared her though; it was the knowledge that once this was done, they would be bound forever. She would be caged with no remedy. She was never a fan of blood oaths, and in this place, it seemed to be even more significant than normal.Her eyes looked past Marcel to where her stepsisters were sitting. They were seated in the space reserved for the members of the Black Moon Pack, right up in the front row. Their expressions were full of so much sadness that she felt guilt weave through her heart.If I don't do this, then they will be in danger, she thought. With that threat hanging over her, she extended her hand towards the Elder.However, just before he took it, she remembered the disrespect that

Christina's pov"I'm glad you're here," I whispered, leaning my head against his shoulder. He had his arm around me, patting my hair softly. It felt so nice to be close to him. "I thought you had forgotten about me by giving up.""I would never," his face twisted with pain and he shook his head. "I came around earlier this week, I came for you—all of you—but Alpha Marcel is... difficult. He insisted that...""I heard," I interrupted. "He was going to kill us if you came again.""No, he didn't go that extreme," my father replied with a small laugh, "but he did say that this is the consequence of my action in trying to protect you. I couldn't understand why he wanted to hold on to you though, especially if he hasn't killed you yet."I was quiet for a while, thinking of what I had heard from the maids. It seemed like they had edited the story a bit to make it look more drastic. But edited or not, Marcel still had sent my father away without even granting him an audience with me, and so I