My Fated Alpha
Snow soaked through my silk dress, shocking and cold, but I didn't care.
"Yes," I answered, my voice strong. "I accept Blackthorn as my family. I accept you as my Alpha. Forever."
He kissed me then—fierce, claiming, and desperate.
The pack erupted.
Howls shook the mountains, a primal symphony of acceptance. Victor pulled me up and lifted me onto the obsidian stone, showcasing me to the world.
"Behold your Luna!" he roared.
One by one, they came forward. Warriors, elders, mothers. They knelt. They bared their throats. They swore fealty.