[Avira]
I dressed elegantly for the mating ceremony, not because I wanted to, but because I didn't have another option.
What Luna owned poorly made dresses that were fit for an Omega?
Well, not me.
After Dylan and Declan left my room, I had cried. I cried for their betrayal, I cried for the humiliation I knew I was bound to face. I cried because I would have to give up my title as Luna, and the privileges that accompanied it.
But I didn't wallow in self-pity. I wiped off my tears after letting them pour for a long time, and made a resolve.
My mates—
The TwinMoon Alpha twins would not see my tears or have any reason to believe that their rejection had hurt me anymore. Neither would they have the luxury of seeing me hurt and bitter because of their new Luna.
