She slowly walked to me, her hands stiffly on each side of her, her eyes dark. I watched her as she approached me, knowing fully well just how violent omegas could get. Their violence and bloodthirst came mostly from being the bottom scraping and having no real power, except for their fast fists.
"I was right about you," she said, turning to the now closed door. I could hear the elders talking inside.
"That I am Vincent's mate? Hell yes."
"That you are a little spoilt b***h with privileges. Enough for you to think you can run your mouth with just anyone."
I gave a small snicker, then took a step forward. "The only person in this entire pack who can talk to me like that is Alpha Vincent himself. Not a lowly omega with attachment issues."
Before I could finish it, she slapped my cheek h
