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 had barely managed to let my eyes flutter open, still half limp in Zavier's arms, when I caught Rose leaning toward Selene, whispering something so quietly I couldn't hear it, but oh gods, the way Selene's eyes snapped wide and her lips thinned… I knew trouble was coming. Before I could protest, Selene whipped around worried for first time ever. 


I froze. Zavier stiffened immediately, silver eyes flashing like twin swords. 


"Yes!" Selene snapped, pointing like a general commanding an army. "Now, or he could be-"


"Dead? Exploding? Collapsing into moonflower petals?" I squeaked, panic flooding my veins. 


My wolf bristled, tail puffing out, ears flat against my skull. From nowhere, a middle aged man appeared, hair slightly frazzled, robe swinging, hands already flying over a bag of instruments like he'd been anticipating a war instead of a fainting omega.


Chapter 31 - 31. I have a baby inside me?