“What?”
I think she’s honestly shocked by my response.
“I’m not sure what’s so hard to understand?” I snap. With a glare at the crowd, I fold my arms over my chest. “I would rather die.”
She glowers at me. “You aren’t being fun, Omega. That loses you points.”
I shrug my shoulders, glancing down and seeing Jarek’s panicked face as he shoves against the wall of betas.
My chest tightens.
“Oh,” she laughs.
I snap my head back towards her and find her staring out at Jarek.
“I see how it is.”
“That’s not how it is!” I say quickly, too quickly.
“Bring me the alpha,” she says and points to him.
I look around frantically, desperate.
But it’s not Jarek she grabs. It’s Cadel.
My hands shake, and, curse her, she notices. She laughs at my response and leans over the stage, smiling widely.
“It seems our omega has a mate!”
The betas cheer.
I promise myself that I will see them all dead. Each and every single one of these black-robed bastards.
“Come here, young man. What is your name?”
She turns to him, smiling, but recoils in horror. “YOU! I left you to die.”
“I mean, seven hundred years was a nice attempt, but sadly, it didn’t work,” Cadel says in a bored voice.
“Bring my chest!” she barks, she dances towards me and grabs another one of her beta’s swords and holds it at me, glowering at Cadel like he’s going to pounce.
A beta rushes off, and four return, straining under the haul of a heavy box.
“High Alpha, you should have stayed where you were,” she sneers.
Cadel glances at me, but there’s a sword to my throat. I didn’t even notice it. His eyes travel to the beta holding it.
“Step away from my omega.”
The blade trembles and lowers as the beta tries to fight his command but fails miserably. The blade disappears, but there are twenty more betas crawling up the stairs, their swords poised to attack.
“What do you want?” Cadel asks.
“I want you to pick these up.”
The chest is tipped over, and chains pour out of it.
“You just carry spares around?” he mocks.
