Katia's jaw clenched so hard her teeth ached. She kept scrubbing, kept her head down, refused to give them what they wanted.
"My cousin works at Snow Moon Pack," another Omega said, loud enough for everyone to hear. "She said this one was obsessed with Alpha Xandar. Threw herself at him constantly."
"And now she's doing the same to the King." The disgust was obvious. "Probably trying to secure her position by spreading her legs for anyone with power."
Breathe, Katia told herself. Just breathe. They don't matter.
"I wonder if the King knows what she really is," someone mused. "A desperate Omega who'll f**k anyone to climb higher."
"Oh, he knows." This voice was closer, right behind Katia. "He just doesn't care. Why would he? She's convenient. Available. And apparently very.
