Janice’s Perspective
Tomorrow evening marks the grandeur of the Alpha's Annual Masquerade Ball, and within its spellbinding moments, I vow to reclaim Brock in my embrace. Clutched in my anticipation is the love potion endowed by the enigmatic witch, Sapphire. A sense of optimism and jubilation pulses through my veins as tomorrow night's possibilities unfold before me.
Brock won't see it coming—the moment he sips the witch's potion, an irresistible urge to claim and desire me as his mate will consume him. I, not Stephanie, will stand by his side as his Luna. The anticipation is nearly unbearable; tomorrow night feels like an eternity away. Overwhelmed with joy, I collapsed onto my bed. Soon, I will be free of Alpha Yadiel, once and for all.
Recently, I sensed the severance of my mate bon
