THE BETRAYED ALPHA

Betrayal.

Such a straightforward word, yet so profound.

Because I was brought into this world without my will, betrayal could be used to characterise my entire life.

A youngster who was never intended to belong anywhere was unwanted and unloved.

In the Novilunium Pack, my mother was an omega.

Her nearly waist-length jet-black hair was styled in a low ponytail. She had gorgeous emerald eyes and thick chocolate skin. According to what I've heard, they were the darkest green, and gazing into them was like seeing directly into the skies. It was as though Aphrodite herself had visited and blessed my mother.