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.

Dinner should have been normal. You know, food, plates, maybe some awkward silence. Instead, it was a full blown circus. The dining hall was glowing with candles, the table long enough to seat a small army, and yet somehow it felt too small with everyone jammed in. Zavier took the seat next to me, obviously, dragging my chair closer to his like he was making sure there was no possible way I could escape. My wolf purred, happy little traitor.


Chapter 25 - 25. A single confusing dinner