THE TRUE WOLF BLOODS

In the bustling ballroom, a sudden commotion occurred as the tray carrying champagne glasses crashed to the floor, creating a chaotic scene. Glasses shattered, drinks spilled, drenching those nearby. The prince, Alaric O'Neil Winston, looked at me with profound disdain, his words echoing my deepest fears. "Unbelievable! The moon goddess must be delusional to believe a mere wolf could ever compete with an ancient Lycan royalty," he declared. Each word seemed to confirm my worst nightmares. "I, Prince Alaric, reject you as my intended mate. Remove her from this place immediately!" For centuries, the Lycans, known for their cruel dominance over the werewolves, had inflicted unimaginable suffering. The heart-wrenching cries reached the ears of the moon goddess, who then chose a champion to bring change. Diana Melbourne, once rejected by her own prince, was destined to become that unlikely hero – a killer, if necessary, to free her people from their shackles.