A sarcastic laugh escapes him, his voice husky, sending shivers down my spine and tarnishing my hope of helping the situation.
"I—" I look ridiculous. My hands are all over the place, my mouth agape, and the tension just keeps creeping in.
I look over at Jack. He shakes his head sympathetically, and Roy keeps his head down, pretending to go over the documents he brought with him.
Despite all this, I choose to stand by my suggestions. "If we can't convince the council, we need to—"
"You're truly an Omega." He pronounces each word carefully, making sure they cut through me—eyes on me, judging, tormenting my authority.
I deserve to be a Luna, the same way he is an Alpha.
I dig my nails into the wood; my fingers hurt from pressing too hard, and my wolf is raging. She's furious—because her mate doesn't believe in her and humiliated her before his underlings. But we all know: she isn't backing down.
