I was already angry at Elaine for using her alpha dominance on me. The memory of her pheromones pressing me down, forcing me to kneel, burned hotter than any heat I'd ever felt.
Just because she is superior to me in biology, doesn't give her any right to do that with me. Fine, I thought, my eyes darkening with the familiar cold focus of an assassin. If she wanted to test me, I'd show her exactly what this 'weak, bratty omega' was made of.
"Daisy," I called, my voice low and steady, the weight of the crown tiara on my forehead a reminder of my status, "bring me some chillis."
The maid, her eyes wide with confusion, nodded and scurried away without question, her footsteps echo‑ing softly against the polished floor.
I sat at the edge of the bed, the softness of the gown feeling like a mockery now. The flowers pinned into my hair scratched against my scalp, the weight of the petals pressing down like Elaine's words.
