Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Drake

The irony wasn’t lost on me. The same people sitting around this table had once called her “the lowly Omega” and insisted I find a

“proper mate.” Now they treated her with more respect and affection than they showed me, their own blood. What a fucking joke.

“You spoil him too much, Elsa,” my grandmother suddenly said, her voice cutting through my thoughts. “A family dinner is important, and

your absence as his mate was inappropriate. I remember when I worried that an Omega wasn’t good enough for the Stone family.” She

shook her head. “Now I think perhaps we aren’t good enough for you.”