"Stop,” I warned her, my voice taking a pleading tone to it.
"Why should I? You've spent your whole life pretending you're better than where you came from, better than what you are, and it's exhausting watching you play the wounded little Omega everyone's supposed to feel sorry for." Edith's voice climbed, cruelty spilling out of her faster than she seemed able to control it now that she'd found the wound she wanted. "Your mother was a w***e who couldn't even be bothered to stay long enough to hear you cry, and you're standing here acting like you're owed a life better than what she left you with. You're not owed anything, Chloe. You never were."
My hands curled into fists at my sides, my whole body shaking with a fury I hadn't let myself feel even standing in front of Hudson an hour ago
