Clara
An Omega brought a dinner tray in for me and set it by my bed on the table. Before she left, she smiled and bowed slightly. I started crying all over again and her face dropped as she left the room. The bow was a reminder of the life I’m now destined for. The Alpha’s mate. If he would even have me now. I know what being a Luna looks like. Watching your mate spend nights with whomever he chooses, never having a mark. Our Luna was always in a foul mood and took it out on everyone. I didn’t want that to be me.
The tray was still sitting there an hour later covered with cold food when Angie knocked softly and poked her head in the door.
“Hey, sweetie. How are you feeling?” She asks.
Tears still falling down my face, I looked at her as she walked across the room to the chair next to
