Ruin Me, Alpha
Omegas gather excitedly, pointing at decorations, touching walls like they're touching a forbidden world.
I stand near the back, eyes burning.
Brielle whispers, “You okay?”
“No.”
Seconds later, silence sweeps the room.
A decorum falls like a switch being flipped.
Someone steps onto the podium.
Gideon.
His eyes sweep the crowd, and a tiny smile touches my lips. Familiar face. Loyal face. Someone who isn't a nightmare.
Brielle whispers, “He looks angry.”
“He always looks angry,” I whisper back.
He moves aside.
Another man steps forward—long black hair tied back, expression unreadable.
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