SERAPHINA’S POV
I turned just in time to see a tray skittering across the marble floor, glasses shattering into a glittering mess.
A young Omega in a waiter’s uniform knelt on the floor, frantically trying to collect the shards with her bare hands, where red welts were already forming.
Gasps and whispers rippled through the ballroom, but no one moved to help.
Instead, the attention of the nearest guests was fixated on a tall Gamma male who stood just a few feet away, looking down at the Omega with a disgusted sneer.
“You idiot, you almost spilled wine on my shoes,” he barked. “Do you know how much these cost?”
The Omega ducked her head. “I’m sorry, sir. I tripped, I didn’t mean—”
“Didn’t mean?” His voice rose high enough to garner whatever attention wasn’t already on the spectacle. “You Omegas never mean anything until you ruin something. Maybe you should watch where you're walking instead of trying to flirt while on duty.”
Maya’s jaw clenched. “Oh, hell no.”
