Amanda’s POV
The Black Moon Pack wasn’t always this peaceful.
Long before my father became Alpha, this place was a breeding ground for injustice. Omegas weren’t just the lowest rank in the pack—they were slaves.
From the moment they turned ten, they were forced into labor, expected to serve the pack without pay. The fortunate ones—those with pleasing features—became personal attendants, serving the higher-ranking wolves in their homes. The others weren’t so lucky. The plain-faced ones were thrown into the kitchens, working tirelessly over hot stoves, or sent to construction sites where they spent their days hauling heavy materials. No rest. No hope. No future beyond endless servitude.
And yet, my father changed everything.
He was smart. He saw an opportunity and seized it.
By promisi
