The Maid Is Alpha Heiress
Dylan added angrily.
“You’re nothing but a joke,” Paul snorted. “And as for you,” he turned to me, “you’re just an omega, pretending to be the princess,” he sneered. “A weak, pathetic imitation of the real thing.”
My face burned with anger, but I refused to back down. “I am the princess,” I said, my voice firm. “And I will not be insulted by you.”
Paul laughed. “You’re just a fake, a substitute. The real princess would never be so weak, so timid. You’re just a pale imitation, a lowly omega.”
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