The morning after Omega Rosa’s celebration, I hadn’t slept a minute.
From my window, I could still see traces of the decorations. The moon vine flowers circling the hall were once my favorite. Alpha Vincent used to pick them for me during patrols. Last night, they were woven into Omega Rosa’s ceremony crown.
She even wore the ceremonial robe Alpha Vincent gave me two years ago for our first moon-feast as mates.
I never wore it. I had saved it for something special.
He put it on her.
I didn’t question him. I didn’t fight. But the silence was beginning to tear something inside me.
At dawn, I walked to Omega Rosa’s chamber.
The servant standing nearby hesitated when he saw me. “Luna… you wish to see her?”
“I won’t cause trouble,” I said. “I just want to talk.”
After a moment, the doo
