After a few seconds of gasping, Gaia gathered herself and walked out of the room, her heels clicking against the cold stone like echoes of her shattered pride. Her heart was a pulpy mess of sorrow and rage, her hands trembling with a venom she had no way to release. Slowly, Alpha Rio was making her look less and less like the Luna she once commanded respect as. Word would spread those Omegas, those gossiping bitches would make sure of it. She could already hear the whispers growing, multiplying like roaches.
Once she stepped outside the room, her eyes landed on Alpha Rio. He stood with his back to her, dressed immaculately as if he hadn’t just been buried in another woman. He turned lazily, flashing her a disinterested look.
"We have a festival to attend. You don’t want to delay it."
Ga
