Oh. Did I. I pushed myself fully upright, ignoring the sting in my scalp and the blood drying on my lip. I tilted my head and smiled at Veronica sweetly. Dangerously sweetly. The type of smile your grandmother gives right before she disowns someone. “First of all,” I said, matching her tone but sharper, “you do not own his eyes, his body, or his future. Second of all, if grinding on pants was enough to steal an Alpha, the pack would’ve fallen apart years ago. Third of all—” I pointed down at her head “—maybe if you spent less time planning monologues and more time securing your relationship, we wouldn’t be here.” The crowd reacted instantly. Gasps. Laughs. Someone whispered, “Oh she’s dead.” My wolf howled with delight. (Yes. Speak. Dig the grave. Hand her the shovel.) Veronica’s face went red, then white, then red again. “You think you’re clever?” she hissed. “You think playing innocent will fool him? I see what you are. You’re just an Omega who got lucky.” I st
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