The Desire A Tale Of Luna's Longing

Vincenzo's POV

Standing in the middle of the large gathering, surrounded by the restless murmurs of the crowd, my eyes wander aimlessly across the clearing. Unlike the other teenagers beside me—who stand practically vibrating with excitement, their eyes darting around in anticipation of finding their destined mates—my gaze searches for no one.

I am not looking for a mate.

In fact, the very thought of having one makes something inside me twist uncomfortably. The idea alone is enough to make my stomach churn.

If anything, I wish the exact opposite.

How I wish the Moon Goddess had simply decided not to create anyone for me.

Life would be far easier that way.

The possibility that somewhere out there a girl exists who might be bound to me by fate fills me with an uneasy sense of guilt. I know, deep down, that if I ever do meet my supposed mate, I will most likely reject her.

And for reasons I cannot fully explain, that thought weighs heavily on my conscience.

No one deserves to be rejected for something they had no control over.

But neither do I deserve to be trapped in a bond I never asked for.

My gaze drifts again toward the curious crowd gathered around the clearing—the people who proudly call themselves a pack.

This is not just any pack.

This is one of the richest packs in the world.

Every single member here is a billionaire. Power and wealth flow through our pack like blood through veins. Our members hold influential positions across industries, politics, finance, and international corporations. Some run empires; others control markets.

Unlike traditional werewolf packs that live together in a massive pack house, tightly clustered under the Alpha’s roof, our pack functions very differently.

We are a modern pack.

No one lives together here.

Every family owns their own mansion, often located in different cities or even different countries. Our members are scattered across the globe, yet our influence keeps us tightly connected. Whenever something important arises, we gather like this—wealthy, powerful wolves standing side by side.

And despite our modern lifestyle, we remain one of the strongest packs in existence.

Not just because of our wealth.

But because of the positions we hold in the human world.

We are everywhere.

And tonight, every single one of them has gathered here for one reason.

My awakening.

The thought alone makes a bitter taste rise in my mouth.

I want to run.

I want to escape this place, this clearing, these eyes staring at me as if I am some kind of spectacle meant for their entertainment.

Curious gazes follow my every movement.

Some curious.

Some judgmental.

Some simply waiting to see something interesting happen.

A painful smile slowly stretches across my lips as I look at them.

Hypocrites.

I wonder what twisted pleasure people get from watching someone suffer. What satisfaction they feel from pushing someone down—lower and lower—until that person finally breaks.

My gaze slowly shifts toward the opposite side of