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The Wolf Princess Unmasked

You came to the Silvermoor Claiming Ceremony as nobody — a low-rank Omega from the border, invited by clerical error, or so you were told. The moment you crossed the iron gate, every Alpha head in the courtyard turned toward you like wolves catching a scent on the wind, and the silence that followed was the kind that precedes something irreversible. Now the gate is locked behind you, the Alpha heir is staring at you from across the stone hall with an expression caught between hunger and fury, and his advisor has just whispered something in his ear that made the color drain from her face.