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 trying to steady myself, breaths shallow and uneven, when the air in the room shifted. It wasn't just colder or warmer, it was heavier, thicker, glowing with that unmistakable silver shimmer that made every hair on my body rise. My wolf instantly knew. Its ears shot up inside me, tail low but wagging nervously. And then… she appeared. The Moon Goddess.


Chapter 36 - 36. Zavier's proposal in front of everybody