"Do you really think a King wants a broken doll for a Queen, Lyra?" The voice was mine, but it dripped with a venom I had never dared to taste.

The creature that looked like me didn't smile; it unhinged its jaw and spoke with the combined voices of every person who had ever told me I was just a useless, broken Omega, It was the shrill, mocking laughter of Selene during the wedding; it was the cold, clinical rejection in Aiden’s tone when he told me I was nothing; it was the whispered pity of ...