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... dor outside was silent, polished marble reflecting her furious steps as she marched through the east wing. Her assistants trailed behind for exactly ten seconds before she waved them off with a clipped, "Leave. Now."
The moment she turned the corner, her composure cracked.
The audacity, the sheer audacity, of that pampered omega. She’d worked under the Altera crown for years, dressed men and women who ruled continents, and stitched lineage into seams and diplomacy into hems. She’ ...
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