Odette’s POV
The weight of the crown’s echoing silence still hung in the air, a heavy reminder of what was lost. I stood there, applauding for Alpha Jonah, my heart cold, my hands numb. It felt like my body was on autopilot, like I was merely going through the motions of a ritual I had no place in.
“Do you think you’re invisible, Odette?” Jonah’s voice cut through the applause, and I flinched.
I looked up, meeting his mocking gaze. His eyes, now cold and calculating, bore into me. The sneer on his lips sent a chill down my spine.
“I asked you a question, slave.” His voice oozed disdain. The title he had given me was like a slap across my face, but I dared not react. Not yet. Not in front of everyone.
“Yes, Alpha Jonah,” I whispered, lowering my head again, my heart sinking deeper.
