“That’s… hard to believe.” Whether she was talking about the part where the High lord was unmated or the part where everyone is equal here, not even Feyre knew. A part of her hated that the High Lord wasn’t mated, wasn’t off the market, and yet her inner Omega was incredibly happy.

She slowly moved further into the kitchen, the smell of food was enticing but nothing like the powerful Alpha that stood before her. The urge to press herself against him was strong but for now Feyre was able to beat back her inner most urges.

“Do you bring every Omega to your home? Or is this a one night stay and I’ll be shipped off to a group home or something tomorrow?”