Aria's POV
"Omegas are always so desperate," Brenda sneered, casting a slimy, judgment-filled look in my direction. "She hasn't even presented her gift yet, and she's already demanding a return on it."
I ignored Brenda, keeping my eyes locked on the old Alpha.
"Is that okay, Alpha Edgar?"
"Aria, that is very inappropriate," Julian cut in, his brow knotting as his scent soured into a sharp sting of burnt charcoal.
He took a rigid step toward me, looking deeply embarrassed.
"Just go fetch your gift for Grandpa right now."
I wasn't surprised.
His ego was everything to him.
Edgar, however, didn't seem to care about Brenda's petty comment at all.
"Of course, Aria," Edgar said smoothly.
Then he turned his sharp eyes toward Julian, his expression hardening.
"Julian, Aria is you
