-LILIAN-
Lyra’s words, sharp and venomous, struck a chord that resonated deeper than I wanted to admit.
"He’s done it before, Lilian. With countless women! You’re just another conquest for him, nothing more!" The harsh truth of it stung. Alexander had been so cold, so distant, for so long. Then, in a fit of jealous rage, he'd claimed me. What did that make me, if not another notch on his belt?
The anger that had flared moments ago began to cool, replaced by a deep, familiar ache of humiliation. I, the weak omega, had thought myself special, only to be reminded of my place, of his casual power over me.
Lyra, seeing the flicker of hurt in my eyes, gave a triumphant smirk.
"Enjoy your gown, little omega. It won't change what you are to him." With that final, cruel jab, she spun on he
