Damian
"I, Briar Ranger, reject you as my mate, Damian Lancaster."
Briar's words echoed in my head, each repetition like a knife to my chest. I watched, frozen, as she turned and ran out of the room. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to go after her, to explain, to beg her to reconsider. But I couldn't move.
"Well," my mother's smug voice cut through the stunned silence. "I suppose the little Omega has more sense than I gave her credit for."
I clenched my fists, anger bubbling up inside me. Not at Briar – never at Briar – but at myself, at this whole f**ked up situation.
I unconsciously took a step toward the door. But then my mother's hand was on my arm, her nails digging in painfully, snapping me back to reality. "Damian," she hissed, "remember your promise."
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