Alpha Theo sat in his study, leaning back in his chair, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the polished wooden desk.
The room was dimly lit, the faint glow of the moon filtering through the large windows.
His mind raced with thoughts of the recent announcement about the moon goddess.
*The prophecy has thrown everything into chaos. This isn't just about love or power—it's about survival.
And now, with the other alphas aware, I know some of them will play dirty.
Derrick, especially. He's too ambitious to play fair,* Theo thought to himself as he stood and began pacing the room.
He stopped by the window, his reflection staring back at him.
"How do I make this right without turning it into an all-out war?
How do I protect her?" he muttered, his voice heavy with frustration.
The weight of the situation pressed down on him. He couldn't ignore it any longer.
