Chapter 33 – The Omega Princess
Amalia stood looking at her Luna and sister-in-law, her eyes wide, they suddenly grew wider when the Queen of the UK werewolves walked in and Liane.
She had worn a respectful knee length skirt with silk blouse for their night out, but Phoenix was stood looking like s*x on legs, in a pair of black ripped jeans, that were so tight they looked like they had been spray painted on, a white Bardot top that finished just under her bust, leaving her mid rift exposed, the sweetheart neckline flattering her bust, and the silver clasps down the front making her look even sexier, a pair of high black three-strapped sandals finished off her look. Phoenix’s hair was hanging down, in soft perfectly sculptured waves, and a single choker necklace, that Amalia thought was
