“Didn’t you once try to make me the mate of that eighty-year-old Alpha whose last Luna died from wolfsbane poisoning? I’m only making things easier for you … selling myself to the highest bidder.”
Auron Blackwing was the infamous Dark Alpha from the south. That man was once feared to become the future Supreme Alpha of all packs. He had been released from the silver prison only three months ago. Every pack heard the news.
They called him the Monstrous Alpha.
And now … I was going to be his Luna.
His pack needed a pure fated binding to protect their bloodline. But my father’s precious daughter, Gwyneth Silverfang, refused. She cried like her world was ending. She always had the privilege of saying no.
Unfortunately, I never did.
The Luna Dowager leaned back slowly.
“Are you doing this because you want attention? Trying to prove something?”
“No,” I said.
“I’m doing this because you need the Blackwing Pack. And I’m the daughter no one remembered until you needed me to mate the Dark Alpha.”
She studied me with cold calculation.
“This could work,” she murmured.
“A noble sacrifice. The people will love it. Our pack’s power will rise again. Yes … very good.”
“But I want something in return,” I said.