Nirvana walked dejectedly, holding her shoes in her hand.
Her face looked so pale that if any one were to see her at that moment, they would believe she had been beaten or had engaged in a strenuous exercise which made her weakly.
She was walking down to her chambers, eyes dizzy.
Earlier after she had walked out of Alpha Damien's court, she had found herself at a quiet part of the palace.
At first she had just wanted to rest. Away from the prying eyes of people, especially those who would recognize her as Damon's plaything.
But what made her heart sting was the gnawing thoughts of being powerless. Just a mere plaything.
As Danika's handmaiden, she had often seen her as weak. An omega just like her but a privileged one who didn't get to serve as a maidservant. Thus jealousy had settled in as she believed she would do better than her if given the chance to take her place.