And in a twisted way, he had. I volunteered to be her mate. It was the only way I could think of to protect her from the likes of Ares and the others who would use her. Ares had laughed at first. But when I suggested that mating her to an omega would humiliate her even further, pushing her closer to breaking, Ares had jumped on it. He thought it was brilliant. The pack would never accept an omega as the Luna’s mate. It would be a disgrace that would tarnish Crescent Moon’s reputation forever.
I agreed to the plan, thinking it was the only way to keep her safe. But years later, it haunted me. What I thought was protection had only added to her suffering. I became part of the humiliation that weighed her down every day.
My pacing stopped when I heard the knock on the door. My heart sank. I didn’t need to guess who it was.
Ares.
I sighed as I opened the door to find him standing there. His impatience etched across his face. Without waiting for an invitation, he pushed past me into the small room.