Rejected by the Omega, Crowned as the Alpha's Luna

Before the war, Omega Edmend promised, golden eyes fierce, "Wait for me. I'll make you my mate."

I waited three years, through every desolate moon.

When he returned, I stood in Luna's robes, trembling with hope. But his gaze, once warm, was ice.

"To mate with her?" he scoffed. "Maybe-as a concubine."

Laughter exploded. "Desperate enough to take scraps!"

Edmend sneered, stepping close. "Pathetic, Ova. You thought you were worthy of me?"

Then the command fell like a blade. "Strip her. A thief doesn't wear Luna's robes."

Hands tore at my clothing, jeers slicing into my soul.