Fourteen pairs of eyes, all belonging to men who commanded thousands, the Alphas, were fixed on me. And I, Bambi, a once-forgotten Omega and the Alpha's alleged 'breeder,' had just marched in and commanded their leader.
Dawn was the first to move. He didn't stand, but the slight tilt of his head was enough to demand silence. It was a sprinkle of pure authority that instantly muted the low, gathering murmur of the foreign Alphas. His dark eyes, however, held a confusion that quickly morphed into something else, not anger, but a dangerous irritation at the public interruption.
I stood my ground, my heart hammering, a sound only Freya can hear.
"Alpha Dawn," I repeated, my voice now softer, but still firm. "It's urgent. It can't wait."
A large, imposing Alpha seated three chairs to Dawn's left, a man with a thick, silver-streaked beard and eyes the color of cold granite, slammed his palm flat against the mahogany table. The sharp thwack made me jump.
