Margot POV
Rhett saw it first. He pulled his scent back instantly, the pressure easing a fraction.
Arian followed a beat later, voice smooth with manufactured concern.
“Apologies. Didn’t mean to affect Margot.”
A shareholder somewhere to the left sounded startled.
“Margot’s an omega? Never would have guessed.”
“There are omegas in the research institute?”
Murmurs rippled through the room like spilled water.
Pride and humiliation tangled so tightly in my chest that I couldn’t separate them.
Three years ago I had sworn I would never again be the omega who lost control in a professional space.
The memory flashed—cold tile, the smell of lab solvent, and the way my body had betrayed me—and then it was gone, drowned under the rising heat.
I forced a brief bow.
“Excuse me.” My legs
