Callista’s POV

Moonlight spilled across the fancy balcony of the alpha’s house, turning my long dress into something sparkly. I paced back and forth, pondering the decisions to make, my heart pounding gently against my ribs. Torn between two alphas. I have to choose between the two, and at the same time I have to think about the fate of the Midnight Mirage pack, my father’s pack, which I have upheld for the past few years.

Pushing their flaws and mistakes aside and considering their positive side. On one side, there was Tristan Logan, the strong and ruthless Alpha, or, let me say, a beta, who offered me safety when...