FORSYTHIA’S POV
"It wasn't bullying," I said nonchalantly. "She lunged at me with scissors, and I believe I have the right to remind them of their place, don't I?"
Mak walked slowly into the room. He touched the part of the dress at the hip that had been cut away. His eyes traveled from there up to my chest. The dress was a size too small for me; the tight bodice accentuated my natural curves. I had never tried to hide them.
"Why are you wearing this dress?" he asked, his eyes fixed on my chest.
My flesh burned hot. Covering my chest with my hands, I glared at him. "Your people brought it to me. It’s a bit small for me."
"Then take it off!" His voice was a bit gruff.
He looked toward Unila and the other omegas. A judgment seemed to be forming in his mind. He threatened, "Do not bully
