“I will ask you again, omega,” the Lycan King growled. “Who do you think you are to say such things?”
All the other omegas bowed their heads, and Roxy stood there, trembling.
Riannon’s lips parted in shock as she took him in. Today he wore ripped jeans and a grey t-shirt that was slightly too tight around his muscular body. He had sunglasses on, which he took off right before their eyes met.
He was a fine specimen of a Lycan. Tall and broad-shouldered, as if he spent most of his time training and fighting. His green eyes gave away his sharp mind and experience. Someone like him wouldn’t buy the pathetic lies of the scheming omega in front of him. For some reason, it made Riannon very happy.
“I am so s-sorry, Alpha,” Roxy started stuttering, and Ria wondered to herself if, for the first
