Claimed by the Tyrant Alpha
In the Northern Alliance, the Claiming is an ancient tradition.
On a Blood Moon, an Alpha must fight his way into the Omega quarters, carry his chosen mate on his back, and break through every obstacle to seal the bond.
I waited five years for Joric. Tonight, he finally breached my courtyard with his Betas.
My heart raced. I was about to run to him when I heard his hushed voice.
"Grab Giselle in the chaos. She’s too fragile. I won't let that tyrant Alpha claim her. As for Faelan... she’s the strongest Omega we have. Practically a warrior. She can fend for herself."
His Betas exchanged uneasy looks.
"Alpha, is this a good idea? You and Faelan are practically mates already. If she finds out, she’ll raise hell!"
"Let her," he brushed it off. "The Claiming is pure chaos. It’s easy to grab the wrong girl. I’ll smooth things over with her later. Besides, you all know I never officially filed our mating papers with the Council. Faelan will just have to deal with it for now."
Behind the door, I heard every single word.
My wolf didn't let out a tragic howl. I just quietly stepped back into my room.
Everyone thought I’d bare my claws and fight to the death when a different Alpha came for me.
Instead, I quietly climbed onto the back of a far more powerful Alpha. I became another pack's Luna.