Agatha
Today was the day that I had been waiting for all my life. I would wished that Mia were here to finally see my triumph.
The hall glittered, though all I could see was Josiah, my Alpha, my conquest, my future. He stood tall and unyielding, his gaze fixed on me as if nothing else in the room existed.
“In the presence of all the esteemed members of the Pack,” his voice rolled, low and solemn, “would you, Agatha Grayson, be my beloved Luna?”
The words rang out, shaking the air, and for a heartbeat, the world stopped. I felt dozens of eyes burn into me, piercing through my gown, my painted smile, my perfectly poised stance. They waited. They all waited for me. For my answer.
My lips curved into a smile that felt like both a crown and a mask. My heart thrummed with triumph. This mome
