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He declared to everyone, "To my Luna! To Cora! From this day forward, you are the one and only Luna of the Gray Moon Pack!" Tears of joy welled up in my eyes. Happiness washed over me. Without a second's thought, I raised my glass, clinked it against his, and drank it all. After this, I thought, smiling, I'll tell him the truth. I'm not just an Omega. I'm a princess. But the moment the wine hit my throat, a familiar, toxic heat exploded. Silver poison! The crystal glass slipped from my numb fingers, shattering on the floor.

My voice was low and mocking. What they don't know is that being an omega would never make me stoop low. I grew up in a town where everyone is equal, so they are nothing to me. “Let's see how long you will hold up to that title. As far as I know, someone like Alpha Olivander isn't supposed to rule, talk of having a luna.” She knitted her brows and stated amid gritted teeth. I saw how clenched her palms were. I must have awakened her demon.

Then he gave a slow nod to his men. He looked at Sergio with unbridled hatred. "This isn't over, not by a long short. I will be back to claim what is mine." One by one, they backed off. Fading into smoke. Into retreat. ************************************************** The silence that followed was deafening. Rosana stood alone in the center of the destroyed hallway, her dress streaked with soot and blood. A shard of broken mirror leaned against the wall nearby, reflecting pieces of her—sharp, splintered, unrecognizable.

the chief spirit judge interrupted sternly, raising his hand to silence her. "Apologies," Mrs. Smith replied, taking a deep breath and wiping away her tears. "I've always wondered why my husband's illness had no cure, but now that I know the truth, it all makes sense. His involvement with Lilith led to his being cursed by the room goddess. Neither my husband nor Lilith are fit to hold any important positions in the werewolf world. I ask the court to strip them of their titles and publicly whip them naked," Mrs. Smith declared, bowing her head at the council elders.

Once the glass was full, she disappeared promptly. "Drink," Sam instructed me, his attention returning to the ongoing fight. He leaned back in his seat, visibly relaxed. Reluctantly, I decided to comply, taking a sip of the wine. But when I drank the wine, the metallic taste hit my tongue, I spewed it back out. Samael turned to me sharply and I stared right back at him with wide eyes, the glass still on my lips. "This is blood," I exclaimed, shocked by the realisation. "This is wine mixed with a hint of blood," Samael responded, his eyes narrowing further.

“One pathetic little Omega dares to open her mouth, and suddenly my rightful claim is in jeopardy.” Luna Seraphina let out a laugh, tossing her long hair over one shoulder. “Disgusting,” she agreed, her voice dripping with disdain. “An Omega, of all creatures. This pack will fall into chaos with that unstable fool on the throne, guided by a weakling who has no idea what it means to rule.” Desmond walked over to the sideboard, poured a large amount of wine into her glass, and thrust it toward Margot. “Drink,” he ordered. “You look like you need it.”

His thoughts went to a particular omega, Penelope, His eyes searched for the redhead and spotted her at the center of the ballroom her gaze focused in the direction of the throne “Oh great..." Daniel muttered His uncle was drunk and on the verge of having sex with a slutty woman that was sitting on his lap right in front of everyone's eyes. "Ah!!!” Daniel heard a loud squealing voice echoing through the room which challenged the beat of the music. He ran through the crowd to see the young omega holding a woman by her neck and gleaming into her eyes with disgust. "Get your filthy hands off my husband!!" The omega growled. Everyone including the king who was half drunk widened their eyes at th

King Marcellus greeted her with a bow. "Hmm. I see you've turned someone's wedding celebration into a nightmare. You really made a good use of what I have given you. Too bad it wasn't enough. You've fed it with those worthless souls of ordinary soldiers. It didn't fill even half a bead of my precious hungry friend here." Purple Smoke caressed the immortality bracelet on her wrist, speaking softly as she as always. But in contrast, the same evil smirk was displayed on her red lips. "Rest assured, my lady. This time, I will make sure to fill all of it." King Marcellus felt embarrassed as the discontent on Purple Smoke's voice was the only thing he could understand.

As they got to his cabinet, Stormie brought out a piece of gold that was given to him, by Aphrodite the goddess of love, Immediately, she was speechless and don't know what to say any longer, Wait a minute you mean I should take this for myself? Just like that,? Babe this is nothing, I wanted you to be happy that's all and now I guess is already working says Stormie Thank you so much, for this special gift, and you will forever be in my heart, I love you Stormie, and I don't want to leave you anytime soon. Seriously and I will make sure that no one takes my place as the queen of the Twilight pack. Later on, Samantha left the prince's cabinet, then ignored what Stormie had told her and still

I pat him on the shoulder before we pull apart. ------------- King Orrin's ashes lay in the jar, as every God in Serenacia stays present in the room, honouring the dead king. Octavius, the wizard of Gods, takes over the event, where Orrin takes part in burial ritual of spreading his father's ashes through the Holy line, so he can rest in peace. The signature of white attires compliments the hall, as both God and goddesses, pay due decorum and respect to the late king. My eye meets with Cicero, as the look on his face makes me feel even more guilty of knowing what I know, but still yet, I couldn't call it murder when it is indeed treason.