His chosen omega
The memories were there, always pushing me to reopen closed doors.
But Mira had put me up to a healing process, something that grounded me and made me stay through to reality.
“He’s a scumbag. Look away,” she hissed, pulling my arm a little.
When we finally took our spot on the line, the murmurings became clear.
“Weakass omega. What does she think she’s doing here?”
Someone even knelt and made a mocking prayer to the moon goddess. “Please, take Calla and give us other Vales. She’s too weak and empty to carry the Vale legacy,”
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