Ramona stiffened as she caught sight of the woman behind him. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked at her. Omegas were naturally beautiful. Yes. But this one was... extraordinarily so. Young and almost frail-looking. Added to that, with her head bowed and posture subdued in humility, she could see that no unmated man in the room was able to take their eyes off her.
People who would dare not look up at Kael, had almost forgotten to fear his presence.
However, as she sent her another look, her eyes narrowed, her lips pressing into a thin line in anger.
Beauty alone was not enough to make her pulse quicken in anger. No, what ignited the fire within her was the clothes draping that fragile frame.
Her stomach sank when recognition hit. The shirt. That shirt.
