Dumped Omega? Now Their Alpha King Begs at My Feet novel Chapter 71

Valerie's POV

The Inter-Pack Summit was in two days. The reality of it was a heavy weight in my chest.

This was the biggest political event of the year. Every major Alpha on the continent would be there.

And I was expected to make my debut. The lost heir, found at last. The future Luna of the most powerful pack in the world.

My mother, Evelyn, was in a frenzy of preparation. She led me into my new walk-in closet. The space was bigger than the entire basement I had grown up in.

Racks of designer gowns lined the walls. Silks, velvets, jewels. It was a queen's ransom in clothing.

"The Alpha from the Sunstone pack is a traditionalist," my mother said, pulling out a heavy, gold-embroidered gown. "This will show him our family respects the old ways."

I looked at the dress. It was beautiful. It was also a cage made of fabric.

"No," I said, my voice quiet but firm.

My mother sighed. "Valerie, this is not just a party. It's a political battlefield. Your appearance will be a statement."

"I know," I said. "That's why I will make my own."

I walked past the rows of gowns to a small, plain wardrobe at the very back of the closet. This was where I kept my own designs. The clothes I had made under the name Echo of the Moon.

I opened the doors. Inside hung a single dress.

My mother was silent as I pulled it out.

It was made of a dark, shimmering silver fabric. The design was simple, elegant, with long sleeves and a high collar. It moved like liquid metal.

But the fabric itself was a reinforced, flexible fiber I had developed myself. It could turn a blade. This was not a gown. It was armor.

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