The Alpha King murdered my grandmother. He hauled me off in a golden cage like a beast. They told me an Omega like myself could never slay him — unless he personally handed over the Moon Goddess's Silver Dagger to me. So I did what was unthinkable: I acted as the obedient vessel, feigned falling for him, and thawed his icy heart with every touch, every kiss, every lie. But somewhere between his dark eyes and how he shielded me with his own body, I lost sight of who the enemy was. Now the dagger is in my grasp. His back is turned towards me. And for the first time ever, it's not him that scares me — but rather part of myself that doesn't want to pull trigger.
