He held her gaze, even when he saw the shift in her expression, the way her shoulders tensed before she tried to smooth it over. But he pressed on.
“I’m guessing that wasn’t the first time you were made to switch into someone else for his benefit.”
Raya’s face drained of color, her breath catching slightly in her throat, and she looked away for the briefest of seconds before returning her gaze to his. Her voice was quiet, but each word carried the weight of years behind it.
“Because I had no other choice,” she said, and already the tremble in her tone made something tighten in his chest.
“All my life,” she continued, “I lived as an omega… born from a maid, raised in the shadows. I was nothing to him. But when I shifted and they discovered I was a switcher, everything changed. My life
