Chapter 1
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For three days straight, I'd jolted awake at my 5 AM alarm, fingers frantically tapping my phone screen to secure a spot.
Result—
[Booking Failed]
[Booking Failed]
[Booking Failed]
On the fourth morning, I stared at those dreaded words and buried my face in my pillow with a muffled scream of frustration.
"Elara, you good?" Luna's sleepy face appeared from the lower bunk.
"No." Muffled voice. "If I can't get a good spot, I'm screwed for this exam."
Training spots near the energy core were three times more effective than the regular areas.
How was a weak-ass Omega like me supposed to pass without that advantage?
"Join the club. I haven't snagged one all week either." Luna sighed. "Wait, check this out."
She passed me her phone.
A post on the werewolf forum, title: [Can't Get a Spot? Here's a Killer Trick]
I leaned closer to read—
"Find a high-ranking Alpha, slip them a fake challenge letter. The Alpha will think 'an Omega dares challenge ME? Ridiculous!' and leave out of sheer pride. Spot's all yours! Pro tip: target the most status-conscious Alphas—they're the most predictable!"
My eyes widened.
Genius!
Even in these days of inter-Pack peace, nothing triggers an Alpha more than having their authority questioned.
One fake challenge letter beats a thousand words!
