JILTED LUNA, CLAIMED BY THE ALPHA KING
"What is it? Is Cassian downstairs? Is he having cold feet?"
"He’s not downstairs, Aurora," Ivy whispered, reluctantly lifting the glowing screen of her phone. "He’s not coming. The entire city... oh god, the entire pack alliance is watching."
My fingers went numb as I snatched the device from her hands.
The screen was filled with a live broadcast trending globally across Nocturne City. The banner at the bottom read: *MOONCROFT AND SOREN ALLIANCE: THE NEW ERA.*
The video was a high-profile, live-streamed press conference broadcasting from the grand ballroom of the Moonspire Hotel across town. Standing at a podium, bathed in the flashing lights of a hundred paparazzi cameras, was my fiancé—Ca