Crowned by Blood, Crashed by Truth
Tonight was the Luna ceremony of Michelle Wright, a pure Alpha descendant.
The one who personally placed the Luna crown on her head was Ronan Black, the Alpha of the Sacred Wolf Pack, who had shared my bed for five years.
And I, reduced to an Omega, stood like an abandoned spirit in the darkest corner of the altar.
To humiliate me, Michelle poured the pure Alpha blood that symbolized honor straight over my body.
She accused me of being consumed by jealousy, pointing to a wound she had cut with a silver blade.
She even fabricated false evidence, claiming I had consorted with rogues and betrayed the pack.
As the Stone of Reckoning displayed my name and the order of exile, and the crowd prepared to drag me away, I lifted my gaze.
"Ronan, did you ever consider that your precious Luna might be a fraud who stole my bloodline and claimed it as her own?"