My Luna, My Son, My Regret
Her hair loose on her shoulders, her lips pursed into a line, looking unpleased.
“Save it, Amanda,” she snaps, and this instantly made Amanda cower. Even the omegas dispersed and ran in a hurry, leaving only the three of us to bask in the tension palpable in the air.
Mom growls, slamming us with her powerful aura. Her aura has no effect on me, while Amanda robotically bares her neck in submission. Like my father, Mom was born with Alpha blood. She was meant to be next in line to be alpha, but then she found her mate, my Dad, and they merged their packs into one, making her Luna.
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