LUNA JILLIAN
I held onto Victor’s arm tightly, my nails lightly pressing into his skin as I looked up at him.
“What about Margaret?” I asked, keeping my voice gentle but firm.
Victor barely hesitated before answering.
“Of course, Margaret should also marry an Alpha,” he said without any doubt in his tone.
Margaret, standing beside us, nodded in agreement, but then she tilted her head slightly.
“Dad,” she began, a curious glint in her eyes, “is it possible… if I have more than one mate? Like… three Alphas?”
Victor’s expression changed instantly. His brows furrowed, and for the first time in a long while, he looked completely caught off guard.
“That is… not normal,” he admitted, his voice lower, as if he was thinking hard. “But… I did hear something before. A faraway pack had two
