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Seeing my pack nude was just a regular day for me now. But I smirked when Kian averted his eyes as Cam stretched, his dick on full display

“Alright, pack. Let’s shift and head out.”

36

MARLOWE

“I’m so jealous!” Dahlia whined, picking at my skirt. “You look like a princess!”

“She’s going to be the queen, you fool, of course her dress is better than ours,” Iris snapped. She looked back to me and softened her expression. “You do look lovely, Marlowe.”

The female omegas all wore gauzy chitons in a rainbow of pale shades, while Florian’s was shaped a little differently to show off his lean, sculpted chest.

Meanwhile, I had been given a shimmering teal gown made of a rich fabric with a fitted bodice, decorated in gold embroidery. The sleeves were long and sheer, while the full, flowing skirt pooled slightly at my feet.

River lined my eyes with makeup and colored my cheeks and lips, finally dusting my skin with a fine, shimmering powder. Getting pampered by a bunch of cute omegas who smelled nice and told me I was pretty was keeping a permanent, dopey smile on my face.

Once I killed the king, I wondered if I could convince them all to come back to Earth with me. With Linda’s help, we could set up an actual omega sanctuary where they could live and adjust to our world, maybe even finding packs to bond with if they wanted to.

Packs like mine, who would love them and fight for them.

Briar shaped my nails, and Dove braided small sections of my hair, weaving them together in an elegant, intricate pattern around a low, half-ponytail.

I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on a happy futureback in Maiingan Hollow instead of the stark, depressing, and dangerous reality I’d somehow found myself in.

Florian lifted my skirt to my knees, and applied oil to my skin, massaging it in until I felt smooth and shiny.

I got it, a spa! We could totally open a spa together in Maiingan Hollow. I didn’t know how to do makeup or hair, but I knew enough about accounting that I could help with the business aspect of it. And of course I had plenty of money now thanks to my inheritance.

Yes, it was all coming together.

I continued fantasizing about opening an omega-run spa while Dahlia helped me into my shoes. She then rested her chin on my knee and looked into my eyes. “You’ll behave tonight, won’t you? I don’t want him to hurt you again.”

They were still a little shaken up by Alaroth’s punishment and warning. When omegas were taken from the camps after their designations were revealed, they were “educated” in special schools and brought up to be perfect, docile little creatures. The king treated them like dolls—well, sex dolls—and that was all they knew of him and how to be.

Today, for the first time, they’d witnessed his cruelty towards one of their own. Due to his omega fetish, I guess they thought they were immune to his darker side, and now knowing hecouldhurt an omega, their worldview was a little shattered.

I cupped her soft cheek in my hand. “I’ll try.”

Florian growled, and I finally understood why shifters sometimes laughed at me when I was mad. He was way too cute to be intimidating, and I bit my lip to keep from giggling myself.

“I won’t let him take you away to the dungeons again. It’s not right,” he said.

Briar pointed the nail file at him while she spoke. “Even Ezra couldn’t stop the king. What exactly do you thinkyou’regoing to do?”

“Listen,” I started, before someone did hurt Florian’s feelings. Even if he was smaller in stature compared to other shifters or fae, he didn’t deserve to be made fun of for it. But I also didn’t want him to put himself in danger for me, either. “If something happens to me, that’smyresponsibility, okay? No one is to jump in and try to save me. It’s my job to protect you, not the other way around. Do you understand?”

Dahlia’s eyes began to tear up. “Marlowe, you truly are our queen, aren’t you?”

Had these omegas never really had anyone in their corner?Before I could answer, Ezra knocked on the door. “Is everyone ready? It’s time to go.”

Dove pinned the last piece of hair into place and then rushed to the door, her smile falling when she saw Ezra wearing clothes again. “Oh, you don’t normally dress for these things…”

He offered her a shy smile. “Well, Marlowe is being introduced not only as the king’s betrothed, but also as my twin and the other half of the prophecy. His Majesty insisted we match.”

I snorted. He wore an embroidered velvet jacket of the same shade of teal as my dress, with a white shirt and skintight navy pants. He looked uncomfortable in his knee-high boots, and the thought of him dealing with blisters all night warmed my heart.

“That color looks hideous on you,” I said, giving myself a final look in the mirror.