The chamber reeked of silence after the omegas fled, the air still heavy with their perfume and Orion’s contempt. Gaia’s chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, but her eyes never left his. They burned with defiance and shame all at once, a cocktail that made Orion’s smirk widen.
He stepped closer, looming over her, his voice venomously soft. “You don’t mind if rumors get spread about us, do you, Gaia? You desperate little wrench.”
Her hand shot up to cover her face, trembling fingers pressing into her skin as if to hide herself from him. Orion tilted his head, amusement curling at his lips.
“If you keep dragging your face like that,” he mocked, his voice sharp enough to cut, “your eyes might just slide to the back of your skull. A facelift every damn time you open your mouth? You’re pa
