Chapter 8

I made a detour through the kitchen, the best source of news. The omegas rarely noticed me anymore. I busied myself, getting a glass of water and fanning my face in case anyone looked my way.

“There are some cute ones out there.”

“None that are my taste; when it comes to warriors, they’re all the same,”

“Why are they all still outside? It seems so dumb to keep them in that tent instead of going to their rooms.”

“I heard it was so the sons could inspect them.”

“Like cattle.”

“I guess warriors are no better than omegas,” A few of them laughed.

“Not tonight, they aren’t.”

I slipped out, no one noticing. I grabbed a cloth and scissors. I went into the hall and almost bumped into him.

“There you are.” He tilted his head, crooning.

I looked down and shifted from foot to foot. I couldn’t decide if this was a good or bad development.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, bitch,” he spat, and I looked up, blinking a few times. “You turned out to be quite pretty, you know?” he said,