Chapter 145:
I understood that she wanted to make me feel better, but she shouldn’t call it my fate.
I was certain that it wasn’t my destiny to become a breeder.
“Your King turned me into this. It wasn’t my destiny. It wasn’t fate,” I said, gritting my teeth as anger bubbled up inside me.
“Calm down, Aurora.” Her voice trailed off as she tried to calm me, but inside, I was raging with fire.
“Don’t you fucking tell me to calm down. You don’t understand because you weren’t chosen to become the breeder. You are not a slave, you are not property—”
“But I am an Omega. There isn’t much difference between a slave and an Omega, because we both work our asses off,” she said, understanding despite the raised volume of my voice.
“I don’t care. Just do your job and fuck off!” I screamed in anger, causing her to freeze in shock.
Her jaw dropped, and she took a few steps back, hurt clearly displayed on her face.
My heart sank at the painful expression she wore.
Why did I scream at her?
She did nothing wrong. She only tried to lighten the mood and cheer me up.
But I screwed up.
I transferred my aggression onto her instead of the King. I was a horrible person. Now, she would never be close to me again.
“I’m sorry,” I called out, looking into her eyes. “I didn’t know what got into me.”
“It’s fine,” she replied, her voice betraying no emotion.
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Silence fell between us as we were both lost in our thoughts.
“It’s time,” she announced, keeping a straight face before moving away from me.
“I know that I was wrong for screaming at you, but I’m sorry,” I tried to apologize.
“You don’t want to be late, Aurora,” she said again, breaking my heart as she left the room.
I hoped I hadn’t lost Alex.
But I would worry about her later. The pressing matters needed to be dealt with first.
Getting to my feet, I walked over to the full-length mirror to catch a glimpse of my reflection.
The whore of the night. I thought to myself as I turned around to see my bare body on display.
I felt exposed as I stared at my reflection in the mirror.
My curves were accentuated, the lace doing little to cover them. I hated see-through materials. The outfit left nothing to the imagination.
It was my first time wearing a thong, but I felt surprisingly comfortable in it. The panties barely covered my pubic area, with the transparent red lace providing the only shield.
How lovely.
The same applied to my bra. Every inch of my body seemed to be on display. I felt like a whore.
A gasp escaped my lips when I saw the time. I had to get there before him—before he changed his mind. Summoning what little courage I had left, I took a deep breath, grabbed a long scarf, and muttered a quick prayer before leaving my room for his.
