Zane pov.
I stood by the doorway, my hand still on the knob, listening. I hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, it just happened. Her voice carried through the silence, low and tense. Paige’s mocking tone cut through it like a knife.
“Tell me, Jessica,” Paige said, voice filled with venom. “Does it still sting that you never got to be Luna? That even if you were, you’d still be the same weak, pathetic omega who begs for a little attention?”
I felt something shift in my chest.
Jessica didn’t answer right away. There was a pause. Too long of one. Long enough to make something inside me tighten.
Then Paige laughed—a sound that grated against my nerves. “You think you’ve moved on? You think Zane makes you strong? You’re still the same, Tessa. Still that little omega who wasn’t chosen. Eric might hav
