ELARA
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“You’re honestly lucky you’re just an omega now anyway,” Zane mused, “It’s not like you were contributing much to the pack economy in the first place. Your little boyfriend’s daddy saved your neck in the nick of time. You must be thrilled, right? Instead of rotting in the dungeon, you upgraded to a lifetime of laundry.”
“Daddy-in-law to the rescue,” Rhys cast me a curious stare, “Speaking of the happy couple—is Calloway still your boyfriend? Or is that little lovey-dovey drama… officially canceled?”
He already knew the answer. They both did.
They just wanted to poke the bruise.
They wanted to see if they could get it to leak.
I clenched my fist tightly around the cracked frame of the portrait. The broken glass dug deeper, but I welcomed it. The pain in my palm was the on
