"Are omegas only available for you fucking alphas to give birth for?" I snarled, the words sharp enough to cut through the heavy air of the council chamber. The ache between my legs flared with every breath, but I forced my voice steady, my spine straight despite the pain. "Is that all we're worth to you?"
Count Jennife met my gaze without flinching, her Alpha posture relaxed but firm, the confidence of a noble raised to lead carved into every line of her face.
"I expect my future wife to give birth to the next Alpha," she said smoothly, the arrogance in her tone as polished as the marble floor. "Traditionally, Omegas are the way for Alphas to increase their family line, and it's still continued. That's how the world works, Your Highness."
The phrase 'future wife' hit like a stone dropped into water. She already had someone in mind, some other omega, probably another girl from some noble house, being groomed in the same gilded cage I'd fallen into.
