Feyre’s back straightened at the sound of this powerful Alpha softly growling. She understood it as a threat and yet she felt her body react to it. She had to bite her lip to stop herself from moving forward, closer to the High Lord, and the soft pain let her keep focus on his words.

She wouldn’t tell. If this was really a sanctuary for people then she wouldn’t ruin it for them.

The young human made a face at the implication that Rhysand was stealing Omegas away like he had just done with her. She didn’t like the thought of him with another Omega.

“So you have a harem of Omegas here? Steal them away and make them yours?”