There was beautiful. Then there was Serena.
When she entered the council meeting, everyone turned.
She smiled politely, moving towards Tiberon’s seat.
Then she locked eyes with Fin. She’d accidentally fallen asleep last night with him. When she woke, they were cuddling in his bed. A dangerous habit.
She looked away first before his stare could do any more damage.
Then, on cue, Viremont entered the tent. Grimward and Hollowcrown were beside him. Three kings, one entrance, walking in formation tight enough to telegraph exactly what it was.
Hyran: He brought his dogs. Headed towards you, Serena.
Serena’s stomach dropped, but she didn’t look in that direction.
Gav: He’s walking like a man with a speech prepared. Brace yourselves.
Gav and Hale positioned themselves in front and on the side of Serena immediately.
Viremont stopped mid-step, eyes flicking to Gav and Hale’s new positions, and smirked.
"I know who you are," he called out loudly.
The tent hushed immediately.
Every eye was now bouncing between him and her. Lovely. She had no choice but to turn and meet his gaze.
Viremont tilted his head. "What else are you hiding?"
Fin moved to get in front of Serena, but King Grimward’s men stepped in front of him instantly. It was as if they were anticipating that exact thing.
On the other side of the tent, Garrett and his men moved. But King Hollowcrown’s men blocked, ready for them.
In a matter of seconds, every blade was drawn in the room.
A stalemate.
No one moved.
"Ah. Your alliance gives themselves away," Viremont chuckled. "You seduce all kings you come into contact with, then."
Hale’s jaw tightened. "You will treat her with respect. Say what you came to say."
"Oh I plan on it," he said, smiling without warmth. "All legend. Should I say, the kind of blood kings go to war for? Tell me, little princess, have you shifted since coming here?"
He took another step towards her.
"Or maybe a better question is, how does an omega rogue rise into royalty? Quite the underdog story."
He grinned, looking her up and down.
"There is a reason why the Dragon Prince took you for himself, isn’t there?" His eyes flicked to Gavriel, then back to Serena. "Away from his own Gamma I hear."
"Secrets ... they have a way of bleeding out, eventually." His smile twisted. "What color do you bleed, Serena?"
Serena gave a faint smile, voice clear. "Careful. You sound nervous."
Viremont stiffened. "You aren’t mute then."
He held out his hand gesturing to the room. "I’m sure every Alpha King in here wants to know, did you mark him? There’s a recovery period after that for someone like you."
"That’s why Tiberon and his heir aren’t here. You whored yourself to the father and son."
Serena’s gaze slid to the nearest sword.
"You cornered me with drawn blades over a rumor about my virtue at a war summit. Should we also debate my favorite color while we are armed?"
Chuckles followed.
"You talk like a woman who’s never been dragged through the dirt," Viremont snarled. "We can change that. And after, if you’re lucky, maybe I’ll let you mark me too."
"You’d need a spine to carry my mark," Serena said, tone flat.

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