Unknown POV
When the young omega walked into my chambers, I could smell her fear.
It was oozing from her pores and, to me, smelled like the sweetest treat.
“Did you do what I asked of you?” I commanded, making her small body tremble.
“Yes, I placed the poison in her drink,” she replied, so weak and timid.
“AND?!”
“Sh-she didn’t drink it, mistress.”
“What do you mean she didn’t drink it? Why the f**k not?!”
I flew into a rage, and before I knew it, my hand was wrapped around the omegas small, frail neck, and I was lifting her in the air.
Her eyes began to bulge from their sockets as she scraped her brittle nails across my skin, begging me to release her.
“She p-picked up the g-glass but then her eyes...they turned purple! The bracelet she was
