Kier
"Not now, Mother."
"When then? She won the Hunt. How in the world does an Omega win the Hunt?!"
I turn, jaw clenching tightly. "I don't know, and I don't f*****g care, Mother! I have other things to ponder on, like the rogues that attacked. You have questions, ask the lady yourself!"
Tedious, all of this. I didn't want the selection in the first place. Hell, I didn't even want to get mated yet. Nobody seemed to care I was injured and still feverish with wolfsbane. Not when Jessamine held up the lock of hair they'd been asked to retrieve at the Hunt and Elder Bane had named her the winner, howbeit reluctantly.
She wins two more tasks and she'll undeniably be the winner of the selection.
It isn't about the selection for me anymore. It's about getting her in my bed and out of my sk
