"Luna, maybe it's 'cause you're new here," Bastiel said, voice rough as gravel, his golden eyes flicking lazily toward her, "but let me give you your first lesson as an alpha."
He tilted his head slightly toward the omega still trembling before him, hand still clamped around the man's throat. The crowd that had once been curious was now scattered—everyone else was pretending not to watch, but their eyes kept darting back toward the scene.
"Alphas are the strongest," Bastiel continued, his tone slow and deliberate like he was spelling it out for a child. "And omegas? They're the weakest. Omegas serve the alphas. Omegas don't bump into Alphas."
'He's saying alpha and omega so many times. It's infuriating.' Luna's thoughts swirled in frustration, but outwardly she stayed calm, her hand still resting lightly on Bastiel's shoulder.
A subtle act. A calculated softness.
She forced a stutter, eyes widening ever so slightly. "B-But… it's just—he didn't mean it…"
Then came the bait.
