I'm the second choice

WINTER POV

The ballroom had been stripped down, devoid of the usual sashes embroideries and organza fabric that adorned its walls. Even the draperies were absent. I had witnessed this transformation on several occasions, usually preceding a new event. But this time, it was different. This event held immense significance, as it determined the fate of many young werewolves making their debut.

Maidservants and manservants hurried around, engaging in hushed conversations. Despite their low tones, I overheard every word. Excitement filled their voices as they anticipated tomorrow, knowing that as maids and omegas, the lowest-ranked werewolves, they would all be mated. Unlike them, I couldn't share in their enthusiasm. Not only was I pregnant and a widow, but I also had to feign happiness while watching everyone else.

I longed for Slade to be by my side, but reality reminded me that I couldn't have everything I desired. Perhaps it was time to heed my mother's advice and let go, but every at