Lisa's POV
I could feel the crowd pressing in from all sides, their voices blending into one roaring wave of anticipation, mockery, and bloodlust. My hands were trembling, not out of fear but out of sheer awareness that this was no longer just a petty challenge. This was survival, pride, and the heavy weight of what it meant to be me — just an omega in their eyes, standing against Irene, a woman of royal blood.
Her sneer cut deeper than any blade. “Do you think you can humiliate me by winning a game of archery, omega? You think that was real? That was luck. Nothing more.” Her voice dripped with venom as she stepped forward, shoulders squared, eyes blazing. “No ordinary omega can beat me.”
The murmurs in the crowd grew louder, fueling her arrogance. I held my ground, staring straight at
