Prologue
Aria’s POV
I stood in their midst. My chest didn’t flinch nor flop. My head was upright, and my face was stern.
It was the same time of the year—the time I hated the most, or should I say, the time every teenage girl hated the most. I stood in front of every other girl and felt both powerful and fearful for several minutes.
“Mira….”
The call of her name sent chills down my spine. I felt a kind of cold that I had never felt before. It was time for Mira to be judged—either sent to the nearest pack as a breeder or to remain in our pack as an omega.
I looked at her face, and for a moment, it turned pale.
My chest thundered as the elders looked at her and then back at one another.
I didn’t dare look at her face for one reason: it was taboo for me to look at the face of a girl close to me.
I felt a kind of pain I hadn’t felt in a while—the type I felt the day my mother said her last words to me.
“Mira…”
Silence and tension filled the whole room.
“Omega.”
Being an omega here was far better than being a breeder for a pack you barely knew.
“Aria.”
The call of my name made my heart flutter. I looked left and right but couldn’t see the face of my father or my brother. My stomach churned and twisted. Adrenaline pulsed through my whole body; my feet felt shaky on the ground, my heart heavy.
I spent all my years in this pack—a pack where all girls are treated as trash and useless. Growing up with Mira felt like a war. It felt hard and solid. Growing up here felt like a threat.
“Pack breeder.”
I didn’t flinch at the words. I had expected this from the very beginning.
I stepped forward in front of the elders. My heart raced with fear. I didn’t know what kind of breeder I would become—or if I could even bear a pup for the pack.
I looked around. Fear gripped my heart; my stomach churned and twisted again.
I was the last girl in the courtroom. Out of twenty girls, five were picked as breeders for other packs—including me.
Murmurs and whispers filled the whole room. I didn’t dare move from the same spot. No other girl did either.
Eighteen is definitely the worst year of my life.
For a proper introduction: I’m Aria Wolf, the only daughter of the Wolf family—an omega who people call weak, but they don’t know I’m just the opposite.
And this is my story.
