The Lycan King's Outcast Omega
"That makes it so much better. The spoiled son of a merchant, whose only accomplishment is spending his father's money on—"
"Don't." I step forward, poking him in the chest with one finger. My wolf, Harmony, stirs restlessly inside me, feeding off my anger. "Don't you dare judge him. At least Damon treats me like an actual person instead of some fragile ornament that might break."
Something flickers across Garrett's face—too quick for me to identify before his features harden again. "Ravencroft is using you for your title."
"And you would know all about using people, wouldn't you?" The words come out sharper than I intend, but I don't take them back. "Tell me, does Vivienne know you're spend