Every alpha generation must have a Saint, an omega chosen by the Moon Goddess to carry the cub, the heir of the world. When the last saint vanished, the curse fell on me.
I am not a saint. I am a fake saint, bound to a duty I never asked for, and forced to walk among alphas assigned to guide me, claim me, and guard me.
Their eyes are all on me, each filled with desire, obsession, hunger… and each one willing to do whatever it takes to make me theirs. And among the circle of them, one shadow stands colder than the rest, the alpha whose hands destroyed my family, whose cruelty made me an orphan. 
The Moon Goddess demands obedience.  But my body and heart burn with a dangerous defiance, and I will not bow to prophecy… not to them, not to fate.

I was still glowing. Not metaphorically. Literally glowing like someone had dunked me in liquid moonlight and decided I should be my own torch. Zavier didn't seem to mind, he looked downright smug about it, but I wanted to crawl under the floor. Charlie, however, was thriving.


"This is the best day ever!" He declared, throwing his arms wide. I got my Moon given blessing, a whole pack of new people to annoy, AND-." He turned dramatically, pointing at me with both hands. "a big brother!"


"You heard me!" Charlie grinned, stepping close enough to bop me on the nose. "You're my brother now. The Moon picked me first, sure, but She picked you second. And I think that's awesome."


"Second isn't exactly-" I started, but Charlie cut me off.


Chapter 23 - 23. Charlie's teasing about Michael and Zavier