The crowd was still buzzing with excitement from the archery competition when Irene’s voice cut through the air, sharp and venomous.
“There’s no way an ordinary omega beat me,” she snapped, stepping forward with fury etched across her face. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her eyes darting to the murmuring crowd. “That result must be a joke. I demand another chance!”
Lisa, still clutching the bow in her hand, lowered it slowly. She was breathing harder than she wanted anyone to notice, but she stood tall, refusing to cower. Her fingers trembled faintly before she clenched them tight to hide it.
“Irene, the scores were announced,” Ash said, his tone cutting, almost mocking. “Lisa didn’t just beat you. She destroyed you.”
A wave of laughter rippled through the spectators. Some clapped, o
