The Dominant Omega And Her Submissive Alpha
In the far-off capital city, where the Alpha Council met in thickly walled stone halls, war strategies were forgotten, treaties left unsigned as the assembled leaders felt their wolves submit against their will.
Chairs scraped. A roomful of Alphas dropped to their knees as one. “What in the name of the Goddess—” one muttered. But High Alpha Ruvan, a grizzled old wolf with eyes like steel, spoke first, bowing his silvered head. “The Ultimate Luna has awakened,” he said. “May the Goddess watch over us all.”
Meanwhile, in King Hesperion’s palace, the queen, far from Moonlit Pack, clutched at her chest. Pain shot through her like a brand, the mark of a dethroned imposter. “No…” she rasped.