Monica's gaze is fixed on the gate of the immense mansion belonging to the supreme alpha of the pureblood tribe: Rezus Hamilton.
Monica knows she must meet this man, because Rezus is the only person capable of saving her from the vampires who attacked her clan, leaving her the sole survivor.
According to the oracle's prophecy, Rezus Hamilton is also her destined mate. That is why, when her clan was annihilated, her omega instincts instinctively led her to her alpha, even though they had never met before, hoping that he could help her.
As Monica reaches out to ring the doorbell, a tattoo appears on her wrist — a sign of her status as a pureblood omega wolf.
As soon as she notices the mark, Monica rummages through her backpack, searching for foundation to cover it. She has always followed her parents' advice: hide her pureblood omega nature. That is why she has always pretended to be a beta.
Society is organized according to a strict hierarchy of secondary genders. Alphas are the strongest fighters and stand at the top of the pyramid. But above them are the pureblood alphas.
Omegas are rare and extremely fertile, especially pureblood omegas... of which Monica is the only one left.
Thus, the only option that could guarantee her peace and safety was the status of a beta, since betas are ordinary and unremarkable. This status had protected her... until the vampires finally tracked her down.
Monica lets out another sigh and carefully covers her tattoo, taking a few calm breaths to prepare herself to face her destiny.
Monica's POV
As I take a few deep breaths to calm myself, one thought keeps tormenting me.
I traveled all this way to meet Rezus Hamilton, my destined alpha — the only person I can ask for help.
Now... let's hope Mr. Hamilton will show a little mercy and agree to help me.
I press the doorbell.
After a few minutes, an alpha werewolf opens the door. His black eyes scan me from head to toe.
"You don't look like one of us. Who are you?"
Even though it sounds like a question, I understand that I must give a proper explanation.
"Hello. I am Monica, the chief of the Southern Wolf Tribe. May I speak with Mr. Hamilton?"
Despite my anxiety, I try to keep my voice as calm as possible.
A contemptuous smile appears on his face.
"A chief? Since when do werewolves accept a mere beta as their leader?"
The guard laughs as if I had just said something incredibly amusing.
It doesn't take long for me to realize that this man deeply despises me because of my supposed beta status... but I'm used to it.
"Sir, I am here to meet Mr—"
Before I can even finish my sentence, the guard raises his hand to stop me.
His gaze turns fierce.
"The wolves of the Snow Tribe never appear in this region. Especially not alone."
He looks at me with open disdain.
"Go away. I see women and omegas like you every day. What are your intentions? You don't want to anger the powerful Hamilton family."
He reaches out and pushes me backward, making me lose my balance slightly.
This man is stubborn... and clearly the first obstacle I must overcome.
What should I do? Should I beg him and play the polite card? With a little luck, he might let me pass.
But I also know that I cannot do that.
I am Monica Grenwe, chief of the Snow Wolf Tribe. I will prove to this alpha that despite my supposed beta status, I am still a pack leader.
"Intentions? I don't need to explain my intentions to a mere guard. You may be an alpha, but I am the leader of a pack."
I keep my voice as calm and authoritative as possible.
Wolf society is extremely rigid. I must show firmness, otherwise they will never respect me.
End of Monica's POV
The alpha looks at Monica for a moment. He opens his mouth as if to say something, then closes it before gesturing for her to enter.
Following the guard, Monica steps inside the grand mansion.
The joyful sounds of celebration echo throughout the courtyard. The air is heavy, saturated with the mixed scents of wolves. The pheromones of dozens of alphas overwhelm Monica's senses.
She silently thanks the heavens for taking suppressants before coming. Knowing the dangers she might face, they allow her to remain in control.
The guard leads Monica through the crowded courtyard. As she passes groups of wolves, their eyes linger on her with curiosity.
"Why are they looking at me like that?" Monica asks, uncomfortable under all that attention.
"That's because we don't have many betas here," the alpha replies without turning around.
The Night Tribe is a clan of pure alphas. It is a clan that worships strength and duty. The only wolves who are not alphas are omegas, the companions of alphas.
"I see... that's very different," Monica replies.
The Snow Tribe, where Monica comes from, is a much more family-oriented clan that values respect for nature and harmony.
"By the way... what are you celebrating?"
The guard turns around and smiles with a strangely ambiguous expression, making Monica slightly nervous.
"It's the birthday of the Great Alpha Rezus Hamilton."
The guard studies Monica carefully, as if examining a gift that has just arrived. Noticing this reaction, Monica shivers slightly.
When they reach the poolside, Monica's gaze falls upon a tall man standing on the other side.
Rezus Hamilton.
He stands there, towering over everyone present, his silver hair almost glowing under the moonlight.
Monica can feel the danger emanating from the man with the noble face. She holds her breath like prey caught in the jaws of a predator.
"Alexandre, I see you've brought a new face."
Rezus Hamilton's voice carries the authority and power that only an extremely powerful alpha can possess.
The guard, known as Alexandre, approaches him respectfully.
Alexandre:"She was at our door. I thought it would be interesting to let her in."
Rezus Hamilton:"Who is it?"
Alexandre:"A beta from the Snow Tribe... she's here for you."
Monica then sees Rezus Hamilton's gaze fall entirely on her.