Cadeon
There can only be one reason why the Omega from last night is here, standing beside Instructor Wylde.
She's the Omega who qualified to enter Noctem Lunae?
Her?
She stares back at me defiantly, something akin to anger glowing in her cerulean gaze. Her chin is tilted and her arms are on either side of her. I don't detect an ounce of meekness in her. The way she's steadily meeting my gaze is considered offensive in some parts of the region. Omegas have been punished for less.
Beside me, someone clears their throat. I look left and see my father watching me sternly. Despite his declining health, he has come to watch me give the speech. This event means a lot to him because it means my Alphahood will be complete.
An Alpha without his Luna is no Alpha at all.
I grew up hearing
