AMANDA'S POV
I don't remember how I made it back to the tenement. The walk was a blur—cold rain on my face, the sting of tears I refused to shed, and the weight of everything Donovan had said pressing down on my chest like a stone.
"A traitor Omega like you isn't worthy of carrying my pups."
The words replayed on a loop, each time cutting deeper.
I didn't understand him. One moment he held me like I was something precious—something worth protecting. The next, he looked at me like I was dirt beneath his shoes. Like I was nothing.
He said I wasn't worthy of his pups.
But I was his mate. His fated mate. Even if he'd never acknowledged it publicly. Even if he'd chosen Gloria instead.
Maybe he's right, I thought bitterly. Maybe someone like Gloria is the only one worthy o
