The sickened luna’s last chance

The news had spread throughout the pack by the next morning, of course. Every woman in Ashclaw–no, the entire territories–was likely gushing about their chance to be the next Luna of Ashclaw. The Luna Queen, standing proud and tall beside the oh–so–illustrious and handsome Luna King Alexander.

The very thought made me want to gag, but I ignored the sensation as best I could and focused on my tasks.

I woke up bright and early and put on my gray Omega uniform. Oddly, I found that I wasn’t missing the lavish dresses and silk sets of my previous status; my uniform was practical and comfortable, and it allowed me to blend into the background when I didn’t want to be seen or heard.

That was a luxury that I didn’t have in my previous life. I was always the center of attention everywhere I went, and usually not in a good way.

Now… I was just the Omega nanny. A nobody. And I could focus on my job and my son.

After waking up Lucien, changing his diaper and dressing him in a cute little pair of corduroy overalls, I made my way downstairs to the kitchen to feed him. The kitchen was already buzzing as I approached, filled with voices all talking at once.

Normally, I didn’t pay much mind to the conversations and gossip of the household staff. I had made a couple of friends in passing, but I hadn’t gotten close with anyone and mostly kept to myself. It was easier that way because if I got too entrenched in conversation, I might accidentally say something that would give me away.

repeat of what happened to that poor

Lucien perched on my hip. “ Not just

works,” another maid replied with a

isn’t. The Alpha King

I prepared Lucien’s morning bottle. The Luna Trial. Alexander’s grand plan to replace me with some stranger who would raise my son and

Alexander had made it clear that he was ready to

be the point? Alexander had never loved me. He’d thought I was a spy up until the very end. He had locked me in my room like a prisoner. Why would I lower myself to compete

of the maids called

up to find Anya, the young eighteen–year–old maid with curly red hair who had been bullied by my former bunkmate. Anya was one of the few people I’d become

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was grinning at me over her