Chapter 1: Werewolf Genetic Test
"You've got a great eye, ma'am. You'll be stunning on your special day." The shop manager handed over the shopping bag, but the woman barely looked pleased.
"It's my husband's special day."
"Ah, what a devoted wife, looking good for your husband on his special day."
She chuckled, "If I look good, it's because I want to. Not because I'm his wife—or he's my husband."
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The full moon bathed the courtyard in its silver glow, where the werewolves of the Obsidian Pack had gathered.
Lethia tapped the pointed toe of her newly purchased high-end stilettos against the patio ground, her patience wearing thin.
She let out a slow breath, waiting for her husband to enter the courtyard for his coronation as the new Alpha following her father's death a month ago.
Crossing her legs and arms upon the Luna's throne, she tuned out the murmur of gossiping werewolves, finding their chatter utterly dull.
Two female Betas dipped their heads as they passed, whispering in hushed tones, envy flickering in their eyes.
Lethia returned a brief nod with a sharp, unbothered glance that made the shady girls shy away.