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.

The Goddess's laughter rang through the hall, silver light spilling from her like an endless tide. Her arms loosened around me just enough that I could breathe again, though the damage was already done, my wolf was whimpering and my face was still hotter than the damn sun. She tipped her head, eyes glowing like liquid moons.


Then her voice dropped, sharper, cutting straight through me. 


I froze. No, actually, everyone froze. The words landed like a thunderstrike. Rose's mouth actually fell open this time, her laughter cut off mid-breath. Selene snapped her head toward the Goddess like she'd just been betrayed by heaven itself. Adrian choked on air and started coughing into his fist. Terrence's jaw nearly unhinged. Xavier muttered something in old tongue that sounded like a curse. And Charlie? Charlie squealed.


Chapter 38 - 38. Wedding before the pup?