I stared up at Elroy in shock. To invoke the Alpha—it was the only way to fight someone without their Fated Mate being injured as well, but it was also the most serious of all challenges. It was a gift from the Goddess, a privilege for Alphas alone, but the price for failure was astronomical.
Elroy had to wager his Alpha status on this win. If he lost, he’d be a Beta for the rest of his life.
“I accept,” Damian said firmly, shocking me even further. Was he insane? Elroy was far stronger, and far more ruthless, than Damian would ever be. But then I remembered the overthrow of 1781.
The pack’s name was lost to time, but the Alpha had challenged a Beta and the Beta won. The Moon Goddess changed the Alpha into a Beta for losing, but she also changed the Beta. From that day onward the Beta
