Jess slammed the doors of her bedroom behind her, the force rattling the frame. Her chest ached heavily as she leaned against it, struggling to breathe properly. The humiliation she felt in the dining hall replayed continuously in her mind on a hurtful loop; Athena’s smirk and her sharp words dripping with hate, and the worst of all, Luca’s silence, deafening her as she heard none of it.
She pressed her palms against her temples, trying to get her memory away but it was of no use. The words held onto her like a bad omen. “A weak omega like you with no history.”
How poetic.
Athena’s voice echoed loudly in her mind which was always followed by the image of her mate, King Luca, sitting and enjoying his meal, unbothered by what was going on.
Her vision blurted with tears as she stumbled on
