SELENE’S POV
The door had barely swung shut behind Dante before the whispers began again. Same old poison. Same old voices. I was so sick and tired of the way they spoke about me and yet never directly to me. Every whisper was meant to reach my ears, now I believed that they had always wanted me to react.maybe they expected Dante to defend them whenever I did react. I didn’t even want to lie to myself and say that he had just defended me out of concern, all this was happening because of him. If he had any control over his little omegas, I would have never had to face all this. If he actually refereed to em as his mate as opposed to his guest in their presence then maybe I would have been respected a little bit more around here. And yet, he was oblivious to how he contributed to how I was
