Azerin stood still with an amused look on his face, yet his eyes were as cold as ever. He hadn't expected this much fire from Riven. No one had ever dared to go against his command and talk back to him this way.
He had always known Riven was stubborn. That much was clear from the first moment. No one could truly make him do, if it was something against his wishes.
But Riven was still an omega. A weak one at that. With no powerful family, no strong bloodline behind him. That was why he had been forced to bow his head all his life, to swallow his pride and do whatever it took just to survive.
And yet, even now with his broken wrist, bruised body, and no strength left, he was still standing, glaring at him with fire in his eyes, knowing very well about what kind of person Azerin was!
"You are nothing but an omega!" Azerin's cold voice echoed through the room. "This is the way omegas have always been treated."
