For three whole songs, no one asked me to dance.
I stood in the Curve Corner with my cake - real cake, chocolate, with extra frosting because Mama River said "if they are going to judge your body, make them watch you enjoy it" - and watched.
In the center, the pastel girls were being spun. Alpha sons in suits were sniffing necks, rating waists, whispering numbers. One boy actually had a measuring tape.
Giselle was fuming next to me. "I used to be there," she whispered. "I thought that was winning. Being measured."
Theo was eating all the cake before the Alpha sons could get to it. Strategic.
Jaxon stood behind me, holding my vine crown box, his Omega bowtie crooked. He was shaking. Not from fear. From anger.
"May this Omega speak, Alpha?" he whispered, low.
"Speak," I said, licking
