Chapter 43

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As the door to the VIP lounge opened, the bass-heavy music faded to a more tolerable level. The lighting was dimmer, the seating plush and

expensive. And there, in the center of the largest booth, sat Drake with his arm around Vera Horton.

Vera wore a white sundress that made her look young and innocent, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders like something out of a

shampoo commercial. When she spotted me, her eyes widened in fake alarm, and she pressed herself closer to Drake, as if seeking protection.

From what? The big bad omega? Please. I’ve taken dumps more threatening than you, princess.

“Well, look who decided to join us,” Drake’s voice cut through the background music, cold and mocking. “I didn’t expect to see you in a place