Chapter 12: Undeserving But Skilled!

Zira’s POV

I had

all the skills that the ladies here had, but at this moment, no one cared. All

they knew was I didn’t deserve to be here, and that was all.

For

once, I felt like I was nothing more than a lowly and weak omega with all the

gazes of the people in the hall.

I

watched from the corners of my eyes as I stood alone in the middle of the hall

and their whisperings.

The queen

dowager raised her wineglass, and the hall descended into empty silence.

“This

young girl, can you introduce yourself?” In the already quiet hall, her voice

was loud and clear, and as I met her gaze, I could feel some pressure pressing

down on me.

I

squared my shoulders a little but still avoided Ronan’s gaze.

“Your

highness, I am Zira Clark, the second daughter of the Beta from the Blood Moon

pack.” I gave a little head bow to her as soon as I was done talking and went

back to looking at the intricately designed floor of the ballroom.

“You

are from a third-tier pack. Can you tell me how you came to be here