His Royal Breeder
I had seen her at the big banquet, looking elegant and untouchable.
Her stare was so strong that I felt shy.
I looked down at my feet, feeling like a messy Omega in front of a queen.
To my surprise, she didn't sneer. She gave me a gentle, warm smile.
"Lady Hailey," I stammered, my heart racing. I didn't know what a high ranking royal wanted with me this late at night.
"Oh, please," she laughed softly, stepping into the room without waiting for an invite. "Drop the formal titles. Just call me Hailey. We are practically family now, aren't we?"