Liana’s POV
I stood frozen outside the king’s study door, fingers twisted so tightly into the rough fabric of my uniform that my knuckles had gone white hours ago. Two hours and thirteen minutes, to be exact as I stared at the grand clock on the wall.
My legs burned, my feet had long since gone numb, but I didn’t move. I couldn’t. Not when every second in there could be the second he decided to claim what was mine.
Because Arabella is mine.
My name is Liana Gibson, and I was born an omega…born to kneel, born to serve, born to be nothing more than someone else’s shadow.
I hated it. I hated every bowed head, every “yes, master,” every time I was forced to swallow my own screams just to keep breathing. I was a thing. A tool. A toy to be passed around until I broke.
Then Prince Ronan b
