“Stay… just for tonight,” Emma whispered, her voice trembling like a soft plea in the dark.
Diva blinked, her throat tightening. Someone actually wanted her to stay. Not as a prisoner. Not as a freak. Not as the cursed princess everyone whispered about behind trembling lips. But as… her. Just her.
For a second, she didn’t know how to breathe.
The Omega shifted nervously, brushing a strand of messy blonde hair from her face. “The Alpha King...Logan...he must’ve sketched your picture himself,” she murmured, almost to herself. “The guards said the drawing looked too damn perfect. He wants you found, no matter what it costs.”
Diva’s jaw tightened. “Of course he does. Can’t have the family secret roaming free, right? Can’t have his f****d-up daughter ruin his shiny kingdom image.”
“Diva...
