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The pack hall fell silent as Alpha Sincere Armstrong's voice boomed across the assembled wolves. I pressed myself deeper into the shadows near the back wall, my fingers gripping the rough stone as his words cut through me like silver blades. "My chosen mate, Rosalie Butler, will arrive this evening," Sincere announced, his chest puffed with pride. "She possesses the qualities a true Luna should have—loyalty, grace, and the strength to stand beside an Alpha." Each word was a deliberate strike. His dark eyes swept across the pack members, lingering on the faces that nodded in approval, but never once did his gaze find mine. I might as well have been invisible, a ghost haunting the edges of his grand proclamation. Willow stirred restlessly in my mind, her voice barely a whisper. *He speaks of loyalty while betraying the mate bond the Moon Goddess blessed him with.* I swallowed the bitter taste in my mouth and slipped out through the side door before anyone could notice. The cool evening air hit my face, but it did nothing to ease the suffocating weight in my chest. Six years. Six years of this humiliation, and now he was making it official. My feet carried me automatically to the greenhouse, the one place in this pack territory where I could breathe. The glass structure sat nestled behind the healer's quarters, filled with medicinal herbs that had become my sanctuary. Inside,