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.

Day two of training, and apparently, word had gotten out that this was the new place to show off, because when I got to the cursed vine path, the other three alphas were already there. Adrian was stretching like some kind of golden, smug gymnast, his tunic clinging in a way that was definitely not accidental. Terrence was cracking his knuckles so loud it echoed through the clearing, and Xavier was sitting on a stump polishing his blade like he was preparing for battle, which was somehow worse.


Charlie, of course, sat cross legged in the grass, smiling like the world's most innocent chaos gremlin, waving happily when I walked in.


"You're just in time!" He said, practically glowing.


"In time for what?" I asked suspiciously.


"In time for us to see who's the best." Terrence said with a sharp grin, already rolling his shoulders like he was about to run the whole path and then fight a bear at the end.


Chapter 27 - 27. A training session or alphas show off?