Omega to Luna
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Her life was barely a life at all. He got everything he dreamed of. Under the circumstances that they meet will they be able to push past their differences and learn to accept each other or will they go their separate ways as rejected wolves? Zaraphine Knight is the second daughter of Alpha Jasper Knight of the Blue Moon pack. Atticus Black took over as Alpha when he turned 18 of Blood Moon pack.

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My name is Zaraphine Knight. Zara for short, I am the daughter of Alpha Jasper Knight and Luna Esther Knight of the Blue Moon pack. You would think being the daughter of the Alpha would have its perks but it doesn't if you ask me. I am the middle child and nobody pays attention to me unless I'm getting yelled at or beat by my pack mates.

My father died when I was only a pup of three years old. My mother tells us it was a rogue attack. My older sister Hazel Knight left the pack on her eighteenth birthday. Hazel was supposed to take over as Alpha since my brother Lyle Knight is too young. Hazel had different plans, she never liked pack life. She preferred to be by herself and I understood why.

My brother is my half brother. After my father passed, my mother started sleeping around with anyone that didn't have a mate. But with Lyle being my mothers he can take the throne as the heir. My mother was standing in place as the alpha until one of us took over the pack or challenged her for the title.

I was just an omega and didn't get much training so I knew I couldn't win, my sister left the pack and became a rogue and my brother is too young, therefore my mother continued as Alpha.

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