The Dark Lord's Mate.
“It’s quite a pity that my sister isn’t here to witness this grand occasion. I am quite ashamed to say that she was nothing more than an omega of this pack. She isn’t here to serve you all in golden trays and cups, which, truthfully, was the only thing she was ever good at.”
Elizabeth’s words dripped with mockery, her bright smile masking the venom in her voice.
Aurora’s fists curled beneath the folds of her gown. Even in supposed death, they still belittled her.
Draven’s fingers found hers, unwinding her clenched fist. A silent reminder not to lose control. Not yet.
A different voice broke through the tension, one filled with feigned innocence.
“And what must have happened to this omega?”
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