Chapter 7: You Can Have Anything
Misty’s lips trembled. Not with shame.
With fury.
"Why are you surprised?" she spat. "You’re an omega male—even broken as you are, there are plenty of alphas bidding for your hole. I never understood why they want a man when there are better omegas. Female ones. Ones that actually carry children."
Her words echoed off marble and gold; filth dropped into elegance.
"You’re nothing but a toy."
The words hung in the air like smoke.
Even Ophelia gasped, pale hands flying to her mouth.
Serathine didn’t move.
Not at first.
She had known Misty. Her type. The silk-wrapped greed, the narcissism carved beneath powder and lace. But nothing had prepared her to hear that—something so barbaric, so deeply wrong—come from a mother’s mouth.
She looked at Lucas.
The boy who barely faltered.