Fiona's POV
I shouldn't have been shocked by what I witnessed, really. I'd seen this exact scenario the first time Allen forced himself on me.
Back then, I convinced myself it was just Allen and his warriors—their twisted way of doing things. God, how stupid I was. This wasn't just them.
This was the Valerium way.
They shared everything. Everyone.
No sacred bonds existed here between mates. The powerful took whoever they craved, leaving omegas like us completely defenseless. We had zero power, zero choice in whether we participated or not.
This kingdom was blacker than the deepest pit of hell.
My pulse hammered when the woman's desperate eyes found mine. Silent tears streaked her face as she wordlessly begged for help. What could I possibly do? I couldn't even save myself, let alone rescue someone else.
My feet moved on their own, carrying me away from the horrific scene. This was their nature—pure savagery.
"What are you doing, my sweet Fiona?"
