In the Moonlight Hall of the Sliver Moon Tribe
In the Moonlight Hall of the Silver Moon Clan, all the werewolves were laughing at my expense.
They were betting on whether I would lose my mind today because Alpha Marcus had placed the moonstone necklace—the symbol of Luna’s status—around Ella’s neck.
The Silvermoon Clan has an ancient rule.
Only the one who wears this moonstone necklace, passed down from the first Luna, is recognised by the pack as the Alpha’s mate.
And for the past five years, in my quest to win Alpha Marcus’s favour, I’ve been acting like a clown, constantly picking on that so-called ‘long-lost sister’, becoming the laughing stock of the entire pack.
This time, Ella covered her mouth and, with feigned shyness, thrust the necklace in my face to show it off.
Every werewolf in the hall held up their glasses, waiting to see me smash the display stand in a fit of hysteria, as I usually did.
But I merely raised my glass of champagne and took a calm sip.
“It suits you well. Congratulations.”
Alpha Marcus walked over to me as if bestowing a favour, his tone dripping with arrogance.
“Selena, you’ve finally come to your senses. If you can just work on that jealous streak of yours, Luna’s position is still yours.”
I picked up the glass and nonchalantly drained the champagne in one gulp.
Alpha Marcus didn’t know that I had already decided not to become his mate.
First thing tomorrow morning, my long-lost brother will send a private jet to take me home.