My surroundings seemed to still for a moment, like time had slowed down. I pushed my battered body forward, masking the look of pain and fear with an unreadable one.
When I got to where Damon was, my gaze moved from his before landing on the glass of wine. Without a second thought, I took the glass of wine, gulping its contents in one go.
'I've watched too many movies to be stupid enough to try to point fingers at Alpha Allison—someone with a prestigious and powerful background—while I'm nothing more than a low Omega. I would take the harm, then Damon would see through her scheme.'
"It tastes good," I said, before gulping slightly.
Damon stared at me with a furrowed brow, his eyes narrowed slightly. "Ember, that's so improper. Do I need to teach you etiquette now?"
"No, Master… I was just thirsty." I shrugged my shoulders at him. I turned to Allison, whose face had turned pale as if she had seen a ghost.
