MATED TO THREE, DESPISED BY ALL.
Their faces were cold, unreadable, as if I were nothing more than an obligation.
An elder stepped forward, his presence commanding silence.
He performed the necessary rites slowly, solemnly, his voice echoing through the hall. When he was done, he turned to the triplets and spoke clearly.
“Alpha Cain, Alpha Caleb, and Alpha Cypril, do you take Melissa Copper as your Moon-binded Luna?”
Silence fell.
It stretched unbearably long.
None of them spoke.
The mockery in that silence was deafening. The humiliation wrapped around me tightly, suffocating, pressing against my chest until breathing felt like a struggle.