NOAH’S POV
It was a few hours to one of the greatest events in the entire Mooncrest Pack—the annual Mating Ball. Normally, the atmosphere would have thrilled me, enough to stay back and expect nothing; the excitement, the music, networking with other Alphas for potential alliances, and trying to secure new contracts.
The pack was in chaos—servants rushing about with trays of sparkling glasses, omegas scattering rose petals across the marble floors, warriors stationed at every entrance that led to the grand hall. It wasn’t just any mating ball. It was the event where we—the heirs to the Mooncrest pack—were supposed to choose our mate.
Except, the Moon Goddess had already chosen for us.
And she hated us. My parents didn’t think she was good enough for neither I nor my brothers.
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