ALPHA KING DOMINIC'S DARKEST CLAIM
Dominic strode forward, took the mic, and looked out across the sea of faces.
“I know many of you were told that I might choose and mark a mate tonight,” he said. The words rang flat and cold, but the room leaned forward anyway. “That will not be happening. I have already found my mate. The council, however, expects me to return with a Luna. If I choose one tonight, she will serve as placeholder, nothing more until the true Luna arrives.”
A ripple passed through the guests, equal parts relief and disappointment.
He handed the mic back to Roland and stepped away, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. What a farce. The council would be pleased with the performance, at least.
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