The Freedom to Love
I pushed the crown meant for the future Luna Queen to the center of the table. Right in front of my dad, Leroy Graham, I carved another name onto the cap of the crown.
[Delia Graham.]
My dad froze. He couldn't believe I would willingly give up the chance to become Luna Queen.
Seeing the delight on his face, I smiled.
In my past life, my engagement was the biggest joke in the entire northern territory's werewolf kingdom.
I was rebellious, stubborn, and never relented to anyone.
I loved short skirts, strong liquor, running under the moonlight, and coming back covered in dirt.
If it weren't for the century-old mating rule, no one would have believed I was fit to stand beside Alpha King Lucian Kramer.
For him, and for the Luna Queen's crown, I changed my ways.
I put away my tight dresses, I gave away my wine collection, and I memorized royal etiquette. I learned to speak slowly at banquets, to lower my head in prayer in the Moon Goddess Shrine, and to train myself into a proper shewolf.
In my past life, I tortured myself until I lost everything that made me shine.
I died a little more every time I lowered my head.
Now, when I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment my dad pushed the crown toward me.
This time, I didn't want the crown. I didn't want Lucian, and I didn't want anyone telling me how a white werewolf should live.
As for Alpha King Lucian, that arrogant and stubborn man? Whoever wanted him could have him!