Alpha Jacob
This wasn't a punishment; it was her escape.
“She possesses an extraordinary beauty,” Sir Braavos remarked, examining the paperwork to seal the agreement. “If I didn’t know she was an Omega, I might have mistaken her for a princess.”
“She only possesses such beauty because she comes from us, my lord,” Amanda chimed in, stepping forward with a practiced tilt of her chin.
The Kingsguard turned his gaze to Amanda, a cold indifference in his eyes. “Is this your other daughter, then?”
Jake laughed nervously. “By her grace and elegance, she is, my lord. But she is not for sale. She is to be wed by the next full moon; her heart belongs to another.”