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Who would even want a weak omega like me in the first place? A sigh escaped my lips as I did my chores. I returned to my room and started looking for what to wear for the mating ceremony. “Alice!” I heard a loud shriek from downstairs and I immediately knew it was my cousin, stacey. I rushed down to her room and she was standing with a pile of clothes with her face red with rage. Stacey is my cousin, my very spoiled cousin at that. She is the only child of my uncle Alpha Lucas and his Luna, Elizabeh Lockheart.

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After the debut exhibition ended, I declined all interview requests from the media and art brokers. I walked out the back exit and stood alone in the quiet alley behind the gallery. Soon, heavy footsteps came from behind me. I didn't need to turn around to know who it was. "Maeve." Alder's voice was terrifyingly hoarse. I turned on my heel to face him. "Yes?" "Why… didn't you tell me?" "Tell you what?" I calmly countered. "That I'm Stardust, and that I created 'Moonfall on Leviathan'?"

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