Rejecting the Alpha’s Crown
Language: en
Our mating ceremony was only three days away. Julian, my fiancé, set two headpieces on the table. Both came from the pack's master blacksmith. One was a heavy moonstone crown, the ultimate mark of Alpha power. The other was just a cheap gold-plated band, shaped like a simple ring of leaves. He didn't say a word. He didn't have to. I already knew the moonstone went to my twin sister, Stella. Still, my fingers moved first. I pressed my palm flat against the moonstone crown. "Julian, I'm your fated mate. Don't I even deserve a real crown for our ceremony?" Julian frowned and slapped my hand…