I messed up.
I messed up so fucking bad.
If anyone finds out that I imprinted on that omega the second I saw him, I'll be the joke of every pack across the damn country. And it wasn't just a light imprint, either. It hit me like a goddamn freight train—just one look and my instincts were clawing at me. But that's not supposed to happen. Not with him.
Look at today—look at this whole damn mating ceremony. He was supposed to be the center of attention, but he stood there, alone, like a goddamn ghost. Didn't speak. Didn't smile. Didn't even blink half the time. The room moved around him like he didn't exist.
And I didn't speak up. I could've said something. I didn't.
Why would I? All he wants is the title. He's probably already planning to pull some omega trick and get pregnant so I'm stuck for life.
That's how these things go, right?
