Every alpha generation must have a Saint, an omega chosen by the Moon Goddess to carry the cub, the heir of the world. When the last saint vanished, the curse fell on me.
I am not a saint. I am a fake saint, bound to a duty I never asked for, and forced to walk among alphas assigned to guide me, claim me, and guard me.
Their eyes are all on me, each filled with desire, obsession, hunger… and each one willing to do whatever it takes to make me theirs. And among the circle of them, one shadow stands colder than the rest, the alpha whose hands destroyed my family, whose cruelty made me an orphan. 
The Moon Goddess demands obedience.  But my body and heart burn with a dangerous defiance, and I will not bow to prophecy… not to them, not to fate.

The tension had just begun to dissolve, Terrence cracking a rare grin, Xavier muttering something about diplomacy manuals being rewritten, and Zavier tugging me close so he could quietly murmur about how 'public alpha pissing contests' should be banned by divine law when the courtyard doors opened again. Every head turned. The music faltered mid note. Even Rose, who'd been halfway through teasing Charlie about his 'fan club,' went still. A herald's voice rang out across the marble hall, clear and pompous as a bell.


 "Announcing Her Royal Highness, Princess Wanessa of the Northern Dominion."He said.


And then she appeared. Silver gown, pale as starlight. Long braid that shimmered like ice. Shoulders bare, chin high, smile carved with surgical precision. She didn't walk she glided straight through the crowd like she owned it, which, to be fair, she almost did. Charlie froze mid-gesture, still holding his crumpled napkin shield.


Chapter 48 - 48. A rival of the alphas - princess Wanessa!