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PROLOGUE

T he High Priestess shouldn’t have entrusted this to me. I’m just a beta, a servant, nothing compared to the beautiful omegas who have dedicated themselves to Lunara’s service. Yet, here I am, holding Lunara’s most sacred relic.

My body trembles, hands shaking as I stumble away from the chaos of the ceremony. The High Priestess has already forgotten me. She throws her head back in pleasure as she rides an omega’s cock while two others suck on her breasts. Her eyes are glassy and unfocused, like everyone else’s.

The top level of the temple is a cacophony of moans and grunts and skin slapping against skin. Pheromones drench the air, feeding the writhing bodies, heightening their insatiable need. Heightening my own.

The relic feels heavier than it should, the weight a steady reminder of its power. So beautiful, shimmering in the dim light. The gems seem to flicker and blink, drawing me in. It would be so easy to... No. I’ve seen what this relic can do.

I need to get out of here or I’ll never complete my duty.

With heavy steps, I rush down the hall.

Elia, a pretty omega who sought refuge at the temple last year, throws herself at me as I pass. Her naked skin is slick and feverish. Her bare breasts press against mine, making a moan crawl up my throat. Goddess above, she smells good. Feels good.

My control snaps as I give in and kiss her. Her lips are swollen and chapped, tasting of sweat and cum.

“More,” she whimpers.

I can feel the power of the relic in my hand humming in agreement. Ancient. Intoxicating. Demanding I listen and give her what she wants. More. Always more. Never satisfied.

A low growl sounds from behind me. I ignore it, lost to the way Elia’s body writhes against mine. My hands glide up her sides, thumbs skimming the edge of her breasts as we kiss.

The sharp pain of teeth in flesh has me jerking away. I look down to see one of the temple jackals. She releases her jaw from my calf, but growls again. A warning.

I push Elia away, scrambling out of reach and running down the hall, swerving around naked bodies, dodging omegas who beg and plead for alphas and knots they won’t find here.

I need to get the relic out of here. I need to save them. It’s already been five days of this insatiable fever, without rest, food, or water. We can’t keep this up much longer .

Running down the stairs, I charge for the inner sanctuary where the relic has lived for the past twelve hundred years, until the High Priestess removed it, donning it for the Ceremony of Moons.

She didn’t know what she was starting. The consequences it would have. Images of the past five days fill my mind, and I have to hold the wall for support as my needy core throbs and aches.

Focus. Must stay focused.

I reset each safety measure as I go, ensuring no one will get through who isn’t supposed to, ensuring this relic never gets out again. I just have to pray it’s enough. That everyone will recover once the relic is safely in the vault.

Even if it means I’m locking myself in forever.