6. Dance With His Gamma

Jessamine

Had turning the Alpha down been a part of my plan?

Yes. How else am I supposed to get him fall for me if I don’t make him see what he stands to lose? I’d be silly to think getting him to take my hand at the ball will lead to my happily ever after with him. I’m not that delusional.

So, I plan to make him think about me all day long, see me everywhere—even in his sleep. Give him a taste of “Mad Jessamine’ and leave him hanging.

“You dance surprisingly well, Jessamine,” Gamma Lloyd says, twirling me for the fifth time.

“For what? An Omega?” I coo sweetly, gripping his jacket as we twist swiftly, matching the songs changing rhythm. I’m a great dancer. Mother used to teach me when she was still alive. Lessons after lessons, she would never miss one. Not even when we were starving and barely had food to survive on.

It is almost as if she knew this day would come. The day her Omega daughter would dance in a room filled with high-class guests, Alph