Elara sat at her vanity, brushing her long, dark hair, and staring at her reflection in the mirror. The sparkle that Kaelen had managed to ignite in her eyes has now dimmed, replaced by a haunted far-off look.
Her thoughts trailed, flashing back to the years she'd spent with Damon as his omega:
The door to her room slammed open, causing Elara to jump. Damon stood in the doorway, his eyes blazing with anger. He was a tall, muscular man with a cruel sneer on his face.
"You filthy omega," Damon spat. "How dare you disgrace me with your presence in my home?"
Elara's heart raced as she cowered in her seat. She had long since given up trying to defend herself or fight back. She knew it would only anger Damon further.
"I-I'm sorry, Alpha," she stammered. "I'm only here to fulfill your grand
