Sonya
I had never known what true shame tasted like until now.
The bitter flavor of rejection coated every breath I took, clogging my throat, burning the back of my tongue.
It didn’t matter which pack I went to or even small borderline packs that once begged for my favor, they all turned me away.
Each gate I approached was shut in my face.
Each Alpha I requested an audience with gave the same cold response:
“We cannot harbor someone who is in direct disfavor with the Alpha King.”
The words stung like venom. Over and over again.
And each time they were said, it felt like a blade twisting deeper into my pride.
Me. Sonya.
The once-revered beauty of Moonlight Pack. The once Luna-to-be. The woman everyone once greeted with bows and hushed whispers of awe.
Now?
I was nothing.
A beg
