SOMA

Tension thickens the air. But Mason's shock only lasts a few seconds before he speaks again.

"I mean no disrespect, Your Highness," Mason mutters. "But surely the Alpha princes of Shadowspire are not above being apologetic when they wrong their subjects... unless there's a separate set of laws, which the elites live by."

"You're quite cheeky for a servant," Kade murmurs.

His eyes shine brightly with mischief as he smacks Mason's cheeks twice. He's baiting him, and it works.

"I'm not a servant," Mason growls.

There is another collective gasp. I react faster this time. "Mason," I say in a weak voice, trying to drag him away before this escalates. "Please. Let's go. They-"

A scream cuts me off. I stagger as Mason doubles over in pain, both hands clutching his stomach. Brynne towers over him, his fist ready for another punch.

How are they so fast?

As he aims for Mason's stomach, I blurt, "Wait. He didn't mean it."

His attention doesn't waver from Mason. "What was that?" he asks in a voice cold enough to cut glass. With one sweep of his leg, he knocks Mason off his feet and straddles him before he can recover or fight back. The first punch has blood flying out of Mason's lips. "Say that again. I dare you."

"No. Please, stop." I rush toward him, but strong pairs of arms grab me, forcing me to stay down against my will. "He didn't mean any of it. He's sorry."

"Hush, girl. He can speak for himself," Kade says as Brynne continues to pummel Mason. "Can't he, Tris?"

Tristan grunts, but their hold on my arm doesn't slacken.

"Let me go," I beg. I thrash against their grip, voice breaking. My stomach twists as blood spills from Mason's lips and nose. "Please. He's going to kill him."

"If he doesn't know his place, then he's better off dead."

I don't know which of the brothers said that, but Brynne's fists continue to fly, fury radiating off him. It's clear he wants Mason dead.

Mason groans beneath him. His hands rise and fall back before he can summon the strength to fight back.

"Please," I choke out, tears blurring my vision. "Please. I'll do anything. Just stop, please. Please don't kill him."

Brynne finally looks up, and a cruel, satisfied smirk stretches across his face. "Anything?"

"Anything."

"Well, well, well," Brynne says, rising to his feet with eerie calm. He gives Mason's limp body one last kick and turns to me. "At least one of you knows when to beg."

The weight of his stare travels down my body, and I struggle not to shiver. He sends his brothers a look. They let go of me, and I fall on my ass. The moment I attempt to move, he cuts me a look that freezes me in place. I remain on the grass, forcing myself to stay still.

"Anything," Brynne murmurs, as if testing the word. But I know better. He doesn't have good plans for me. Mason disobeyed him in public, and he'll make him pay at all costs, even if it means ending my life. "Take off your dress."

"What?" I breathe.

He throws Mason a sadistic smile, silently hinting at what will happen if I don't act fast. "You heard me. Now."

A lump builds in my throat. But all it takes is one look at Mason's bloody face for my shaky hands to move. I've been humiliated countless times in the past. I'm not new to being forced to feel like worthless scum, but this... this is different. Even my crazy cousins have never stooped this low. They limit it to private spaces.

As I reach for the hem of my dress, a pathetic sound flies out of Mason's lips. Brynne moves, and I shout, "Wait. I'm taking it off." The crown prince pauses, his foot inching dangerously close to Mason's crotch. Tears prickle at the corners of my eyes. "I'm on it."

It takes a few deep breaths, but I tug it over my head and hold it to my chest to protect what little is left of my decency. Murmurs sound behind me as my naked, scarred body comes into view. Multiple eyes bore into my back, and I shrink into myself, my head drooping.

The cold air bites against my skin, making me shiver. But it's nothing compared to the cold in my heart.

I hate them.

I hate every single one of them, but what choice do I have?

Kade steps forward and yanks the dress from my grip, tossing it to the grass like it's a piece of rag. My hands immediately go over my breasts, but Brynne snarls.

"Hands down," Brynne commands. "On your knees."

The murmurs grow louder. I want to believe they all disapprove of the prince's method, but I know better. They must be enjoying this. Pushing myself up, I sink to my knees and place my hands on my thighs. Brynne spreads out his arms, circling me like a hunter about to hunt his prey.

"Oh, don't look away. She's giving us a show." His voice hardens, daring anyone else to disobey him. "Tristan, will you be so kind as to help her boyfriend up? There's no way he's missing this view."

Tristan hesitates for a brief second, which makes hope flare dangerously in my chest. In a flash, he crouches behind Mason to force his head upward. I avoid his gaze, shame and disgust curling low in my belly. The most important thing is that my best friend will live. I can't afford to let the only friend I have die over something that's my fault. Hopefully, they'll still pay his wage.

"Can we go now?" I whisper.

"Is that the right way to address your prince?" Kade asks.

"My apologies. Can we go now, Your Highness?"

Brynne stops in front of me, his finger curling under my jaw. Rage bubbles in my chest as Mason's blood coats my skin and his knuckles, but the only thing I can do is seethe silently.

"Not yet," he says.

Our eyes hold briefly, and chills race down my spine. Brynne steps back to flash his bloody hands, clicking his tongue like he didn't bring that upon himself.

"Look how dirty my hands are from touching your filthy boyfriend. They need cleaning," he tells me. "Be a good girlfriend and do what is needed."

Kade mentioned a towel earlier, but standing means more people will see me. I reach for my dress, but as soon as my fingers close around it, Brynne tuts in disapproval.

"No," he tells me. "Use your tongue."

A sob catches in my throat, and my head sags. I'm so tired of pretending to be strong when I'm nothing more than a pathetic omega.

"Please. I beg you." My forehead drops to the grass. I bow once, then again, and again, not minding the sharp pain in my temple. "Show kindness, Your Highness."

"Use. Your. Tongue."

Mason groans in protest, and Tristan responds with a slap to his face. My stomach bottoms out. It's now or never. Pulling myself back up, I shut my eyes, afraid Brynne will make me open them so I can witness my humiliation, but he doesn't.

Mouth open, I push my tongue out, ready to drag the tip over Brynne's bloodied knuckles. But when I angle forward for better reach, there's nothing, only cool air.

My body tips as I'm thrown off balance. I lurch forward, catching myself with both hands before my face hits the grass.

Laughter breaks out around me, and my eyes slowly open. Brynne is no longer at my front. He's on my left now.

"Such a dog," the crown prince spits. The laughter grows louder, and he barks out the word: "Again."

Mason makes a sound, or maybe I imagined it. But I keep my eyes open, determined to end this fast.

"Keep your eyes closed. It's more fun that way," Brynne tells me. I know this is a game to him, but it still hurts to be treated this way. Like less than nothing. My eyes shut, and my insides shrivel when he adds, "These inconsequential vermin need to know what absolute power and domination looks like."

For the second time, I open my mouth, but before I can perform the degrading act, a sultry voice cuts through the backyard.

"What is going on here?"

SOMA

Everyone turns. I do the same, and my throat works in a swallow.

It's a woman. A she-wolf with sparkling blue eyes. She stands at the edge of the backyard, tall and powerful, commanding respect without a word. Her robe looks like it cost a fortune, and her blond hair sits in a twist that elongates the elegant curve of her neck.

She's easily the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Even in her silence, she exudes so much aura that it's nearly impossible to look away. Her gaze cuts through the entire backyard, staying too long on me and Mason.

When Brynne's vicious smirk fades, I immediately know who she is. Lilith, the high priestess.

The Alpha princes are powerful, but everyone, including them, has to respect the high priestess. Without Lilith, the Luna selection ceremony can't be held. And an Alpha isn't complete without his Luna.

Lilith steps forward, and the crowd parts. I've seen her face on my cousins' TVs so many times, but she's more beautiful in person. Not only is she the high priestess, but she's also the Alpha King's most trusted advisor. According to rumors, she wields so much power that nothing ever goes past her knowledge in Shadowspire.

If you have Lilith on your side, you can be sure to win the King's favor. But I don't hold any hope of her saving me from these three tyrants. After all, she's a form of royalty. They are all the same: proud, power-hungry, and greedy.

"Has the Moon Goddess seized your ability to hear?" Lilith demands. "What is going on here?"

"Priestess," Brynne says, with a polite smile.

"My prince."

Until today, I never thought I would meet members of the royal family, but here we all are, with me as the center of this epic joke.

Brynne's eyes light up, and his confidence creeps back in. "Pardon us, but I'm in the middle of disciplining a couple of cheeky servants. They spoke out of turn and need to be punished. You're welcome to join in if you like."

His tone is light. This is nothing more than a joke to him. Some twisted sense of fun. Mason's life hangs in the balance while I kneel naked in front of everyone. But it's nothing to him. I want to scream. I want to grab Mason and take him somewhere far away, but all I can do is lower my head, mumbling prayers beneath my breath.

"Discipline is important, but this petty, unnecessary task should be assigned to other people, don't you think?"

"Yes, Priestess, but..." He trails off when Lilith lifts a brow, her expression blank as she observes the crown prince like he's nothing more than a silly child. "You are right. I'll have someone else handle this matter."

"Since it has come to this," Lilith begins. Her eyes slide to me, and I raise a hand to shield my face. But her sharp gaze still cuts right through me, like she sees straight into my soul. I suck in a sharp breath, trying to shake off the weirdness I feel. "Let us leave them be."

"But, Priestess," Kade says with a pout. "He was rude."

"And now he's hanging on for dear life. Isn't that enough?"

Kade sighs dramatically. "Fine. You have a point."

Lilith's response doesn't dampen his mood. He scoots to her, stopping behind her to massage her shoulders. I blink in shock, as I'm sure everyone else does.

What the hell?

Her stern expression slightly cracks, but she doesn't push him away. I think I know her favorite among the brothers. If I hadn't been at the brunt of their wickedness, Kade might also be my favorite.

"Why are you here, anyway?" Kade whispers. But there's no point since we all hear him.

"There are important matters to discuss," she announces in a clipped tone that leaves no room for disobedience. Her gaze darts between the other two princes. Tristan is already on his feet, but I don't go to Mason yet. "I was asked to get you three. Before you object, the summons came directly from your father. He's waiting."

At the mention of the king, Brynne straightens his spine, and Kade stops the massage. Only Tristan remains passive.

Lilith gives them a fleeting look and turns her back to them. "Child, put on your dress now." My mouth opens in quiet surprise. Since I'm the only naked one here, I know she's talking to me. To the others watching us, she says, "The show is over. Does anyone want to take her place?"

They all vanish, except for those who'd been decorating the backyard with us. I shrug on my dress but remain on my knees. Lilith starts for the palace, and Kade falls into step beside her. Tristan follows behind, but Brynne turns to me.

"What is your name?" he asks. I consider ignoring him, but he puts one foot forward, and the answer rips out of my lips.

"Soma," I reply. "Somadina Bello."

"Brynne," Lilith snaps. "Meeting room. Now."

He gives me one last look, his smirk growing. "We will continue this later."

A shiver of dread runs down my spine. This isn't over? He observes me for a second longer, shakes his head and walks away like I'm dismissed and of no use to him. For my sake, I hope so. I never want to see him again.

SOMA

When Lilith and the Rybak brothers disappear into the house, my shoulders collapse in relief. There's no time for rejoicing as I rush to Mason, pulling his head onto my lap. He twitches and trembles, and I wipe his face with the hem of my dress.

Someone drops a towel and a bowl of water at my feet. I look up to see it's one of the decorators, but she walks away before I can offer her my gratitude.

"That was so stupid of you, Mason," I mutter. Nausea rises in my throat, and I push it down. "You shouldn't have done that. Everyone knows better than to argue with the princes."

Tears well up in my eyes, falling onto his cheeks. The others resume the work, cleaning up the mess the princes made. I dip the towel in the water, wring it, and wipe the blood on Mason's face. His eyes are nearly swollen shut, and claw marks stretch across his cheeks.

But they look to be slowly healing. Thankfully, he's not an omega like me.

Mason groans, his lips move, but I hear nothing until I bring my ear closer to his mouth. He heaves between each word. "Of what use am I if I can't protect my Pup-Pup?"

"I don't need your protection," I protest. Cleaning up more blood, I point at his face. "Look what it got you."

The brothers ended up victorious, leaving me with a best friend, who I don't know how long it will take for him to heal. Their warning was clear. No one talks back to them. If Lilith hadn't shown up, it might have escalated.

How can Maeve and Sheila gush over those nasty, proud, condescending assholes? What am I saying? The princes will never treat my cousins this way because they don't consider them vermin.

"Can you get up?" I ask.

Mason winces, and I take that as a no.

"Excuse me," Edna says. Anger shadows her face as she walks up to us. The moment her mouth opens, I know it's bad news. "You need to leave. Both of you. Your services are no longer required here."

"And his payment?" I ask, gesturing to Mason, who's still struggling to breathe. "We'll leave, but you have to pay him for the work he's done up till this moment."

Edna scoffs, staring at us with a look of disbelief. "You're kidding me, right? You think I'll pay you after picking a fight with the Alpha Prince? My goodness, you're more delusional than I thought. You're the reason he was beaten, and now you're looking for another fight?"

"Yes," I growl. The word surprises even me, but I don't relent. I've been humiliated already. What's the worst that can happen? We need that money. Mason needs it. I lower Mason's head to the grass and rise. "His pay."

"Excuse me?"

"Give me his pay now or I'll report you to the high priestess," I yell. My voice breaks. Tears gather in my eyes, and my hand shakes as I stretch it out to her. "We worked all afternoon before the princes came. You owe us."

Her mouth opens and closes. When she realizes I won't back down, she reaches into her waist purse and flings some cash at me. After picking it up, I don't bother counting it. At least we got something.

"Now, leave. Both of you."

"Mason," I whisper. "We have to go."

He sighs, clearly still in pain. Since I've collected money from her, we can't delay, or she'll report us. I help him to his feet, my arm curling around his waist.

"Can't your wolf heal you faster?" I ask.

Mason laughs, but it ends up in a coughing fit. I stare longingly at the cars we walk past on our way out. If I had a car, this would have been easier.

Some guards stare at us, but others barely glance at us as we walk out the palace gates. Walking with someone as heavy as Mason makes the journey down harder.

I apologize each time he groans, and when he almost stumbles, I whisper, "Sorry." He dismisses it, trying to stand on his own without my help. "It's my fault. If I weren't so weak and clumsy, I never would've fallen."

"Stop," Mason hisses out. He coughs, but raises a hand to stop me from helping him. I force myself to stay put, keeping my fists clenched at my sides. Right now, arguing with him about this is pointless. "You don't get to say that. You don't get to blame yourself for something out of your control. They were rude. They were wrong. They hurt you."

"What do you want me to say then?"

"Say you'll run away with me," he whispers.

As he straightens up, his chest heaves from the effort. I can tell he's in pain, but he takes my face between his palms, and I forget how to breathe.

All I see is Mason. The sadness in his eyes. The determined curve of his lips.

"Run away with me, Pup-Pup. Let's leave Shadowspire."