I wondered if she was one of the working girls of the castle, perhaps a maid or a kitchen servant or even a concubine. My eyes dropped to her bare legs, noting that there were bruises on her thighs too.
I moved closer to her and inhaled the air around her. As an alpha female, I could sometimes tell based on a person's scent if they were an alpha, a beta, or even an omega.
I breathed in deeply and was met with the distinct aroma of an omega, sweet and seductive. She had the smaller stature typical of an omega, standing at maybe five feet tall and very slender.
"Who did this to you?" I asked softly.
"He'll kill you," she whispered, her voice shaking with fear. I furrowed my brow in confusion.
"Who?" I pressed.
"The king," she whimpered, eyes darting around like a feral animal.
"What's your name?" I asked carefully.
"Luna," she answered softly.
I stared at her as it dawned on me. She was Thranar's omega.
