Mira’s POVI was going to die. That was the only thought that cycled through my mind—on repeat, like a prayer—as I stood at the massive iron gates of the MoonStar packhouse, clutching my threadbare suitcase and staring up at the beast of a building that would become my new home.The packhouse was less a house and more a fortress, carved from ancient timber and gray stone, its windows glowing with warm amber light that felt inviting and mocking all at once. Beyond the gates, I could see the vast expanse of forest that bordered the territory—a sea of dark pines and moonlit shadows that whispered wolf. Everything about this place screamed power, wealth, and history. And I was going to be scrubbing its toilets.I swallowed hard and repeated my mantra: You're lucky to be here. You're lucky to be here. You're lucky—The gate swung open before I could finish, and a stern-faced Beta woman in a crisp uniform beckoned me forward. "You're the new Omega hire? Mira, yes?""Yes, ma'am," I squeaked,
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