3. Erain
CHAPTER 3
Erain
O h my god.
Absolutely the fuck not.
I cannot marry this woman.
There has to be another option.
To even compare her to my lovely Beta Cressida! With her delicate, white-gold hair, perfect symmetry of features, exquisite gray eyes, rosebud mouth, and tiny, delicate figure. Her features and movements always elegant.
And compare her to this Omega!
What the fuck is she even wearing?
Sweatpants?
Is this a damn pro wrestling match or what’s supposed to be the most important, dignified day of my life?
She’s not someone I could ever imagine knotting .
Did I mistake the scent? Her card smelled all right, but I can barely remember what it smelled like now. Surely her scent in person should be stronger if that was really hers?
And is that. . . is that a cigarette behind her back?
Was she smoking ?
I have to do something.
I can’t let us marry this Piper person.
I am known for my art and my culture. My patronage of the symphony, the ballet, art galleries all over the Capitol. I have a reputation to uphold.
I can’t and won’t be seen in person with someone who looks like this.
How did she even get in? I thought I knew all the Omegas from the Capitol.
Is it possible she’s from. . . the country or something?
Good god