Emily bolted barefoot to the door, her raven tendrils bouncing wildly as she flung it open—only to freeze, emerald eyes widening in shock.
Lily stood there, porcelain skin stretched taut with fury, orange hair glowing like embers under the porch light, arms crossed tight over a sleek designer coat that radiated uninvited superiority.
Beside her feet sat the discarded box of Helly Paws merchandise, mud-streaked and abandoned.
"Why did you put them on the ground?!"
"Why did you send these pathetic things to me?" Lily snarled, her voice a venomous whip. The woman in front of her was an omega, but hid her true gender. But did that mean she would show some mercy to her?
No.
Never.
Emily dropped to her knees instinctively, plump thighs straining her culotte pants as she reached for the box, but Lily's manicured hand shot out, seizing her wrists in a bruising grip.
