Her Alpha's Ultimate Betrayal

My sister was lively, so our mother named her Joy.

I was more reserved, so she called me Grace.

Our parents were Omegas in the Evans Pack.

Our father, Cristian Cruz, a high-ranking Beta, died protecting the Alpha’s son during a pack training accident, his ribs crushed by a rogue’s attack. He didn’t last long after that.

My sister and I were born into servitude, destined to live under the Alpha’s rule. In this life, no one but the Alpha could decide our fate—not even a mate.

I was relieved I wouldn’t meet the same end as my past life, where my mate, a rogue, had betrayed me and left me for dead.

The cost of this relief was a lifetime of servitude, and the same fate for any children I might have.

From the moment we could walk, we were taught how to serve the Alpha’s family.

The first words our mother taught us weren’t “Mom” or “Dad,” but “Luna.”

“The Luna gives us everything. She is our moon, our guide.

“In the Evans Pack, we obey only her. If the Luna commands us to die, we die.

“If the Luna is in danger, you must protect her with your life, no matter the cost.”

Whenever she said this, my sister, Alayah, would roll her eyes behind her back.

I’d stifle a laugh, only to be met with our mother’s sharp glare.

During the day, I listened to our mother’s lectures. At night, Alayah whispered rebellious ideas into my ear.

“Don’t listen to Mom. If the Luna’s in trouble, the Deltas will protect her. Don’t throw your life away for nothing.

“Save as much money as you can. If we ever get a chance to leave the pack and live as rogues, that’s the best thing we could do.”