“They certainly love each other, don’t they?” I compelled myself not to glare at Beta Homer as his words hit close to home.

I crossed my arms, a displeased grin split my lips. “Oh, they’ve been doing that many times that I felt like the Alpha’s personal Omega rather than the actual Alpha’s girlfriend.

Alpha Jonathan, my boyfriend of four years, is dancing closely with Emilia, another Beta’s daughter. Though Emilia and I both came from a prestigious Beta family, she happens to be the one closer to the Alpha because of their childhood friendship.

I returned my eyes to them, dancing on the floor to the sway of melancholic...