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God, that aura is insane!

No one can touch the faceless muse on the runway.

Easy, baby.

So, the faceless muse is a peach-scented omega?

Why would I dream about that?

I'm Serena. Plus size.

Frampy. Not a trace of pheromones. To everyone else, I'm just a worthless, low

-status beta. But the truth is, I'm a peach-scented Omega.

Serena! Stop dragging your feet. I have an interview at Angel Tower.

Come carry my makeup cases.

Coming!

Mia, this job is brutal.

You delicate Omegas really think you can keep up?

You think these top omegas came here to haul luggage?

The job means personally attending to five elite alphas up close.

Understand? Up close?

Make some noise for Diana, Roxanne, Lilith, and Carmen, the elite

supermodels of the Angel Fashion Show.

They're here.

Serena, you're hopeless.

Go hide in a corner and stay out of my way.

Screw this up, and I'll tell mom and dad about your little nights at the dark web

runway. I didn't. I was just... God, Diane is killing me! Carmen, just look

this way! I can't breathe! Those four are certified goddess slayers!

I'm getting that personal assistant job.

Obviously, Lily.

You're high society. None of these girls stands a chance against you. Isn't she

just some tacky, low-status beta? And she wants one of the elite alphas?

Looking like that? How embarrassing.

Just go get us two iced Americanos and stay out of my face!

I don't want to be anyone's personal assistant.

I want to earn my place on that runway and outshine every last one of them.

Interesting.

Pathetic. Another heat-added ornament will only throw me off before the show.

Roxine!

The show is days away, and all five of you are nearing your ruts.

Management requires an Omega to soothe you. We have to choose someone today!

Interesting. If all they want is a pretty little prop, then the choice

should be ours.

Shouldn't it?

The assistant gets a shot at the secondary runway.

If I get this job, I could finally make it onto that stage. Is this what you

like, Roxanna?

Choose me.

Personal assistant, my ass.

This is a casting couch.

So this is what these supermodels are really like? No.

I have to find Mia and get her out of here.

Hello? I'm Mia.

Out!

Get away from her. Keep your filthy hands off her.

There she is. Are you crazy? Back off! I worked too hard to get this chance.

Open your eyes. This isn't an assistant interview.

These assholes are using their fame to lure you into bed and use you. You're

20. You're coming with me. Now!

The fuck did she just say?

Assholes? She's talking about us, isn't she?

What would a beta who can't even detect pheromones know?

The four elite alpas are nearing rut. Without omegas to soothe them, their

wolf spirits could lose control and ruin their runway performance.

We volunteered.

Mind your own business.

You're such a selfish bitch.

This is jealousy, plain and simple.

Leave now, or mom and dad hear all about your secret nights at the dark web

runway. What?

Did they brainwash every last one of you? This is crazy!

Hey!

You keep provoking me?

Think I won't tear you apart?

Roxanne.

You asshole.

Down you go.

Damn. Did she really just do that? Claim her. She's our fated muse.

Am I losing my mind? Hell, she's just a scentless beta. Did my right come early?

Why do I want her this badly?

Not bad.

That cross-step was solid.

What's under the sweatshirt, beta?

Picking on low-status people makes you feel powerful?

You don't deserve to be called elite supermodels.

Oh.

Everybody back!

We received a disturbance report.

Is anyone hurt?

It was her!

That low-status beta just attacked them. Take her away!

What? They started it! It was her! We all saw what she did! Get her out of

here! The interview is over. You'll need to come with us.

I'm sure this is merely a misunderstanding.

You may stand down. Lilith?

I'll make sure your sister and everyone else walk free, and this incident

disappears. In return, you become our dedicated fitting assistant, and move

into the Angel Tower penthouse.

Not a chance!

I'll never work for a bunch of assholes ruled by their urges.

No way! Why would they pick a freak like her? She's a beta!

Omegas line up around the block for a night with us.

Why would we be interested in a plain little beta like you?

If you won't come, we'll take your sister instead.

I'm sure she'd be thrilled to stay. And serve a bunch of assholes like us?

No. If Mia stays, these assholes will eat her alive.

They think I'm a beta with no pheromones, so they shouldn't try

anything with me.

The assistant gets a shot at the secondary runway?

If I get this job, I could finally make it onto that stage.

Deal.

Welcome to the Angel Penthouse, Harina.

I can't believe I actually made it in.

Even if it's as an errand girl for a pack of predators.

Well, look at that frame.

You've been hiding a real model under those clothes.

Stop it!

I'm just an assistant.

I only took this off because I was sweating.

Back in the lobby, that cross-step you used to catch yourself was too clean for

an amateur.

Why don't you try these on?

I can show you.

No.

I'm just a regular low-status beta.

My family says someone as broad and clumsy as me has no business near a

runway, let alone taking modeling lessons.

You barely even look like an Omega, Serena.

You think you can walk a runway with that big clumsy body? How did I end up

with such a frappy abanishment for a daughter?

Don't move.

Weight in your heels.

Core tight.

Drive from your hips.

Follow my rhythm.

You have real talent, Serena.

Once you step onto that runway, skill is all that matters, not whether you're

Alpha, Omega, or Beta.

Thank you, but Roxanne needs me. I have to go.

Go after her.

We want her, and your rut is almost here. I can't take this much longer.

Pray that exquisite should be savored slowly.

You have real talent, Serena.

Could I have been wrong about them?

Oh my god.

Roxanna! What the hell are you doing?

I never said you could leave.

What the hell do you want, you psycho?

Come help me out of these straps and give me a massage.

It's part of the job.

What, you look like I'm about to corrupt some innocent Omega?

Asshole.

Those injuries.

They're from years of walking runways and sky-high here's.

I guess staying at the top costs more than I thought.

Huh. The little beta is actually kind of cute when she's serious.

What the hell is wrong with you?

You've been staring long enough.

See something you like, little beta?

Bullshit! Look closely, Roxanne. I'm not one of those omegas begging to get into

your bed. Are you really desperate enough to want a big-framed, low-status

beta? Don't be ridiculous!

Who said I wanted you? Get out!

What's the rush, baby?

Looking for somewhere to cool off?

Good walk.

Hi. Uh... Don't take it personally.

She's been looking for her crush all day and came back with nothing.

Little assistant, take the team captain her dinner.

Cruel, Roxanne.

You know Aurora's a total germaphobe who can't stand strangers near her.

Aurora's rut is almost here and she's been wound tight for days.

Are you trying to get our little assistant killed?

Who knows?

Aurora and I have met before.

If I tell her who I am, maybe she can help me out of this mess.

Aurora, I brought your dinner. Have

you

lost your mind? I'm only your new assistant.

It's you.

Me?

What do you mean?

That body.

Who the hell are you?

I'm just the new assistant. Get your hands off me!

Don't let her go. I can feel it. She's our fated muse.

Bait impossible.

A low-status beta with a body like hers?

Damn. Even Aura, the runway queen I admire most?

Is just another hungry wolf behind closed doors?

Wow. Our little assistant survived Ora's room?

Impressive. I was just taking her dinner. Move.

Baby, you work for all four of us. You have to play fair.

Look at those swollen lips.

Someone's been kissing you pretty hard.

Have you been having fun behind our backs?

Knock it off! Nothing happened!

That's strange.

Does anyone else smell a faint trace of peach?

Damn it.

Aurora had me pinned down.

And I must have let my scent slip.

Oh, it really is.

And the scent's coming from under this sweatshirt.

I ate a peach in the kitchen.

I'm tired. I'm going to bed.

Follow my rhythm.

You've been staring long enough.

See something you like, little Beta?

That body.

Who the hell are you? You have to play fair.

I can't suppress this peach's scent!

Am I really reacting to those five just because they're close to the edge?

I can't let them find out what I really am.

If they do, I won't just lose my shot at the main runway.

Those five will claim me whether I want it or not.

They rejected Lily and Eris and chose some big-framed freak with no wolf

spirit as their assistant?

Of course they picked her. A country bumper in a torn sweatshirt isn't

exactly a threat.

If you've got time to gossip, spend it fixing those pathetic walks. Say one

more word and neither of you will work in this industry again.

Throw these two pieces of trash out.

They've already fouled the air.

Thank you.

Moved, are we?

Come sleep with me tonight.

Are you insane?

What's the big deal?

You're a Beta, not an Omega.

Sharing a bed shouldn't matter.

I wouldn't mind making it three.

Move!

Call your Beta sister over here.

Just look at her basking in all that attention from the elite alphas. She

stole your place.

You like it? Put it on.

I'm only a low-status assistant.

Couture like this isn't meant for someone like me.

Angel couture judges the body, not the status.

Go try it on.

Damn it.

You're only a beta.

So why are you driving me insane?

Roxanne!

You're all insane.

Serena.

I'm burning up.

Help me.

Your chest is rising awfully fast.

Are you expecting something?

What the hell has gotten into all of you?

Serena! What are you doing in there?

I...

We're going over a few confidential details for the show, right, Serena?

Lilith.

Even you?

Lilith is the model I admire most.

Serena, how dare you seduce her?

I know you're not.

I just can't stop myself.

Serena, Beta or Omega, it makes no difference to me. Help us. What the hell

is happening?

Our ruts.

All five of us.

They're starting. All five of them? In rut at the same time?

I can't deal with this.

Let me go!

I'm just a Beta!

She's just a Beta.

Good walk.

You have real talent, Serena. You've been staring long enough.

See something you like, little Beta? You have to play fair.

Angel Couture judges the body, not the status.

I'm done for.

Completely done for.

Don't come in, Mia! I'll be right out!

Serena's never spoken to me like that.

What the hell is going on in there?

She'd better not try anything on my turf.

What the fuck just happened, Serena? Are you really an Omega?

Damn right I hit you.

You dare hit me, Serena?

Damn right I hit all of you!

Get out of my way.

Where are you going, Serena?

Don't you think you owe us an explanation for that scent?

Was it pheromones?

Aren't you supposed to be a beta?

What scent, Lilith? You think I'm some peach-scented omega?

Look at me. Have you ever seen an omega with my frame?

Serena, I'm sorry. We only meant it as a joke between friends.

That wasn't funny.

You're nothing but pheromone-driven beasts, and I want nothing to do with

you. You don't deserve the runway, and I'm done working for you.

What did you say?

Serena, we do owe you an apology, but you don't get to question our devotion

to the runway. You understand that better than anyone. You love it, too.

You know nothing.

And you've never walked a main runway.

What gives a low-status Beta like you the right to judge us?

Apologize to them.

Dream on.

Agreed. What?

Your resignation is approved.

Angel Tower can replace one low-status Beta Eren girl easily enough.

Leave and don't come back.

As if I ever wanted this stupid job.

I thought they were decent.

Thought maybe I'd been wrong about them.

Fine. Good riddance.

What are you doing back here?

Don't tell me you regretted it.

Regret what?

Where are they?

They're gone.

Mia, I told you to stay away from them. This isn't a place you should be.

You just want them all to yourself?

Lily was right.

You're a selfish liar.

Why are you wearing that?

I got my clothes wet during the fitting.

Here, drink this. You're covered in sweat.

Well, you're being good for once.

I'm your sister, Mia.

You know I'd never hurt you.

Mia? What did you put in that?

Double dose muscle relaxant?

You took my place and now everyone laughs at me.

Let's see what happens when they see the Angel Fashion Show's assistant caught in

a backstage sex scandal.

I never tried to take anything from you.

I already quit.

If you want the job, take it.

Still lying to me?

It's just a muscle relaxant. Double strength, that's all. You won't be

seriously hurt.

We only need enough photos to force you out of the angel fashion show.

Get off me, asshole.

The second I can move again, I'll kill you.

Quite a mouth on you, little bitch. I like that.

Pheromones? Aren't you a beta?

You're in heat?

How is that possible?

Lily, you said it was only a muscle relaxant.

What else was in that drink?

Warning. Unexpected Omega heat event detected.

Warning.

Unexpected Omega heat event detected. All non-essential personnel must

evacuate immediately.

What happened?

Get to the backstage dressing room. One of the Omega applicants must be in heat.

Bring the highest grade suppressors. Move!

Does anyone else smell a faint trace of peach?

I ate a peach in the kitchen.

Have you ever seen an Omega with my frame?

That scent, could it really have been hers?

She didn't look right back in the lounge.

She hid it well.

I never sensed any movement from her spirit form.

But what if?

She's been lying to us all along.

So what if it is?

That ungrateful liar hates us.

Even if we go back, she'll point a finger at us and call us pheromone

-driven animals.

Get in the car. That two-faced, low-status assistant is no longer our

concern.

Lily!

You said you only put a muscle relaxant in the energy drink.

Why is she in heat?

You thought a normal drug would work on a monster built like her? That was the

most potent aphrodibiac on the black market.

Now tell me, how is your freak sister an Omega?

You're an Omega?

Serena.

Was it fun playing helpless in that ragged sweatshirt while you wrapped all

five supermodels around your finger?

Lily, you lunatic.

You're committing a crime.

A crime?

My family pays for this show's security.

The cameras are already off.

You're low-status trash.

What can you possibly do to me?

Strip her. Be rough.

Don't touch me! Get away from me!

Bitch!

Mia, help me.

Damn right I hit all of you.

Turn around.

Now!

Stop it, Lily!

Let her go! She's my sister!

Spare me!

Look at that slutty thing she's wearing.

She claims she did this for you, but she's already climbed into those

supermodels' beds.

Do you want this bitch to keep ruining your future?

Fuck, look at that body.

Time someone taught you your place.

Scream all you want, I'll post these filthy pictures all over the internet

and show everyone what a slut you are!

You have real talent, Serena. You've been staring long enough.

See something you like, little beta?

Baby, you work for all four of us. You have to play fair. That body.

Who the hell are you? Angel Couture judges the body, not the status.

Go try it on.

Someone, please save me.

Why am I thinking of those five assholes now? No one's ever accepted my body or

offered me a hand. Except them.

Someone's coming for you, bitch!

How dare you.

Multiple alpha rut event.

Aurora, I can explain.

Shut up.

If one word about today gets out, I'll make sure every sponsor backing you is

bankrupt by tomorrow.

Now get out.

Mark me.

What a little temptress.

You really know how to drive us insane.

You put on that jeweled lace knowing you'd go into heat in front of us,

didn't you?

What happened to the woman who slapped me? Now you're melting in my hands.

If that sewer scab touched you, someone's going

to die.

Please, bite me now.

It's dark.

All of you, back the fuck off!

She's never been forced into heat before. Try a five-fold marking now and

she'll die.

St. Grey's Private Hospital.

Now. The media is outside. If they see us like this, the scandal will be

enormous. Fuck the media! Drive! Now!

Danger. Multiple alphas detected in unexpected heat.

Oh my god!

Aren't those the show's lead supermodels? Those pheromones are

terrifying. Are they all in rut? Get your respir- The Fashion Alliance will

come down hard on them for this!

Save her. I don't care what it costs.

Please, don't go.

Don't be afraid.

We're staying right here.

Don't move!

Cooperate and put on the restraints!

Director, she triggered all five supermodels' ruts. The entire show has

been shut down.

A nobody from the bottom tried to seduce my main runway models with cheap tricks.

She nearly ruined everything I've built.

Get that freak out the moment she wakes up. If she causes trouble, I never want

her seen in North America again.

Yes, ma'am.

Go ahead and scream. Once these pictures go online, everyone will see exactly

what kind of slut you are.

Bite me.

Please, mark me. Save her. I don't care what it costs.

Please, don't go.

Don't go. Shit.

Why did I say that to them? Hey, the patient is still very weak. You can't go

in.

Miranda, the ruthless director who controls the entire North American

fashion industry.

So you're the one who deliberately released heat pheromones backstage,

seduced my five lead supermodels, drove all of them into rut, and got them

locked in containment, nearly ruining my entire show?

I never seduced them.

Lily put an aphrodisiac in my drink and forced me into heat.

Then why did you hide the fact that you're an Omega?

I... Daddy, that low-status freak bullied me! You have to destroy her this

time! No one gets to hurt my daughter, especially not some piece of trash who

nearly cost me my sponsorship deal.

Director, surely a scheming, low-status liability who could go into heat at any

moment has no place in Angel Tower.

No. I never manipulated anyone. I love the runway. I hid that I was an Omega

and took the assistant job for one reason. To earn a chance at an audition.

You? A model?

You're still just an inferior Omega with a sickly sweet scent.

A broad frame and a disguise won't change your fate. You belong in an

alpha's bed, not on my runway.

What a delusional fool.

Miranda, have this piece of trash thrown out. Now.

Give me one shot, one minute on that runway, and I'll prove I can walk as

well as any alpha here.

Dream on. In the entire history of the Fashion Alliance, no Omega has ever

walked a main runway. You won't be the first.

I don't care about precedent.

This reckless little bitch nearly cost me a billion dollar investment, and now

she's making demands?

Security, get her out!

Let's see who dares lay a hand on her.

Miss Beaumont, what are you doing here? As chief councilman of the North

American Fashion Guild, I will not allow you to subject an Omega who barely

survived to this kind of barbaric abuse.

She caused this entire disaster and took out my lead lineup.

My lawyers can tear apart your show's security record today.

Touch one hair on her head, and by tomorrow I'll own your show, and you

will be gone.

Miss Biermont, please calm down.

Medically, all five alphas are in severe pheromone overload. Without Serena's

scent to soothe them, they'll lose control immediately.

She needs to stay.

Fine.

We'll do as the doctor says.

But you, Serena? Miranda handles the Angel Fashion Show auditions. But the

chaos you caused at Angel Tower is real. Stay out of the fashion world until this

blows over.

Once you've recovered, we'll settle what you owe us.

You think this is my fault?

Why?

Those five assholes dragged me into this.

And Lily drugged me into heat? Now it's all my fault?

So I'm some slut who seduced five alphas?

All I wanted was to walk the runway.

Why aren't omegas allowed on the main runway?

Serena, try to stay calm. There's a more serious problem. You were subjected to

forced pheromone stimulation from five elite alphas, which threw your hormones

into complete chaos. The tests show that you've developed an extremely rare

lactation condition.

What? Your body will be under a great deal of strain for the next few days.

Contact your family.

You'll need someone to care for you.

Look at her chat. God, that's disgusting.

What a freak.

Mom, I'm sick.

The doctor says I need- Don't you dare call me mom, you shameless monster.

Do you know how hard Miga came home crying?

What disgusting tricks did a lowly Omega like you use on those elite alphas?

Mom, I knew we never should have brought you home from the slums. Nothing but a

disgrace. Stay away from this family forever.

That can't be true.

I was adopted?

Is that why you never loved me? I don't even have a home or a family.

Don't cry, sweetheart.

No one's ever treated me this gently.

Actually, that's not entirely true.

Say one more word, and neither of you will work in this industry again.

How dare you touch her?

Save her. I don't care what it costs.

Thank you, ma'am. Fashion has done nothing but hurt you.

Let me take you away from those five alphas, to Paris, or Malign.

Forget the hospital's damn containment order. No one here can stop me.

All five alphas are in severe pheromone overload.

Without Serena's scent to soothe them, they'll lose control immediately.

I've wanted an escape this whole time.

So why can't I take it now?

Those five assholes?

Are they okay?

Come with me.

I'll take you to them.

It's you.

Fuck, Serena! I know you're there. Come in and let me bite you!

Serena, I'm in so much pain.

I'm dying.

Please, look at me.

Here to enjoy the show?

Or are you already soaking wet for us?

Serena, be good.

Go back and recover. I want to smash through this wretched glass right now

and strip you bare.

That's impossible.

The glass is one way. They can't see me.

I see you, Serena. I feel you.

Come closer to me, my moons.

Those lunatics.

Those perverts. The combined force of five elite female alphas in rut is

terrifying. They're almost triggering my heat. No, I have to leave.

I have to be crazy.

Serena?

Caught you, my muse.

You were subjected to forced pheromone stimulation from five elite alphas

without being marked, which threw your hormones into complete chaos.

The tests show that you've developed an extremely rare lactation condition.

No, no, no!

I must be losing my mind.

This broad-framed omega body of mine has even started lactating because of them.

So why can't I hate them anymore?

Did that little bit of protection really mean that much to me?

I can see there's a connection between you and those alphas.

But sweetheart, never trust an alpha completely.

In this world, the only person who will always respect you, never betray you,

and never hurt you is yourself.

I won't run anymore.

Not for those five.

For myself.

I'm going back to Miranda and demanding a shot at the main runway.

Are you sure?

Alphas may be cold-blooded, but Miranda is the most ruthless and vicious of them

all.

I'm coming with you.

I won't let Miranda tear you apart.

No.

You've already done so much for me. I have to walk the rest of this road on my

own. And...

I don't believe every Alpha is arrogant.

Someone once told me that only talent matters on the runway.

Not whether you're Alpha, Omega, or Beta. You have real talent, Serena.

Once you step onto that runway, skill is all that matters.

Not whether you're Alpha, Omega, or Beta.

You have three minutes.

Finish this walk under my Alpha pressure and you win.

But this isn't a playground for Omegas. The runway is life or death.

What a waste.

All that talent in an Omega.

You think a few tricks from the dark web runway can overcome biology and class?

Talent means nothing against money and alpha strength.

Especially an Omega's talent.

You hit me on purpose.

Give me one fair walk, and I'll prove I deserve that audition.

Enough.

Stop embarrassing yourself.

The main runway will never belong to an Omega like you. Your only value here is

as a toy the Five can use through their ruts, and discard afterward.

Accept that, and I may let you stay backstage.

Few toys attract all Five leads at once.

A toy?

No wonder Eleanor called you cold-blooded.

You don't understand what it means to care about someone.

Those five chose containment and suffered pheromone backlash to keep me

safe. No one would suffer like that for a toy.

I may not understand your pathetic little fantasy, but I know elite alphas.

You really think they held back because they care about you? How touching.

Fashion Alliance regulations mandate containment during rut. They wouldn't

risk their careers by breaking the rules.

Not for the likes of you.

What? Publicly releasing rut pheromones violates Alliance regulations!

You think they truly want you?

The sponsors demanded a personal assistant for appearances.

You're a PR tool and a convenient outlet for all five of their twisted

possessiveness.

Stop flattering yourself.

How could they ever love a freak like you?

So it was all just in my head?

In this world, the only person who will always respect you, never betray you,

and never hurt you.

is yourself.

Fuck your angel fashion show! Fuck being your fancy little plaything! My name is

Serena, and I will never be anyone's rut toy!

Why? Why does my heart ache like this?

What are you doing here?

Why do you care so much about some Omega who can't stop going into heat?

What is she, a bastard daughter you had after you left me?

How dare you mention our daughter?

You got rid of her because she was an Omega.

Also, you could hold on to your precious position.

I should have exposed you for the heartless fashion tyrant you are. I did

nothing wrong. I rule the fashion world.

My heir had to be an elite alpha.

Omegas are born to serve.

We were young. We could always have another child.

You heartless monster.

Serena! Fuck! She's not our daughter! That freak is never coming back!

Get that through your head!

Take these, sweetheart, and go.

Find somewhere safe, somewhere the storm can't touch you.

Don't let them hurt you again.

Thank you, Miss Brumont.

That mark beneath your collarbone.

Let's go.

It's time to find our muse.

Serena? Serena!

Stop looking.

That pathetic coward knew the North American Fashion Guild would blacklist

her for causing the heat incident.

She took the money and crawled back to the slums where she belongs.

Control your pheromones.

Get back to rehearsal and focus on next week's Elysium fashion show finale.

Fucking asshole.

She took the money and left?

Miranda, do you imagine a few days in containment rotted our brains?

Serena would sooner die than take a cent of your filthy money.

Where is she, Miranda?

She's seen the agreement.

She knows everything now. Do you really think she'd stay here and make an even

bigger fool of herself?

Don't be ruled by your emotions.

Take one step outside to find that inferior Omega, and I'll use my

authority to cut all five of you from the Elysium clothing lineup.

Cut us?

Old lady, you've been sitting in that chair so long, you've forgotten who the

hell you are.

The runway only respects talent. Do you think the sponsors would give up five of

their biggest earners to protect you? We can replace you whenever we want.

Retired directors are everywhere. You're expendable, Miranda.

If anything happens to her.

I'll tear you apart, just as easily as this worthless piece of paper.

We'll find her, even if we have to turn this entire city upside down.

Fine, but where the fuck do we start?

There's one place you'd go.

What disgusting tricks did a lowly omega like you use on those elite alphas?

You think a few tricks from the dark web runway can overcome biology in class?

To them, you're just a toy to use and throw away.

Faceless Mute!

Faceless Mute!

Had enough fun?

You're our darling faceless muse and our one and only runaway prey.

You've got the wrong person. Get away from me!

Caught you.

So sweet.

That's her scent.

Aurora, we finally caught her.

I'd love to tear that lace right off and see how long that smart mouth of yours

stays defiant.

What the hell do you want from me?

Just because you're untouchable lead supermodels? Just because you're alphas?

You think you can corner people until they have nowhere left to turn?

I'm not forcing you.

I'm issuing a challenge.

If the faceless muse is as bold as she claims, prove it. Squeak's elixian

fashion show under your real name. And face all five of us live before the

whole world. Win, and I'll use my authority as heir to crown you queen.

But if you lose, you'll stay in the penthouse forever as our caged little

canary. You'll never escape us again.

Deal.

What business does an Omega like you have on a runway?

Why did I ever adopt a freak who does nothing but embarrass me?

You, a model?

You're still just an inferior Omega with a sickly sweet scent.

A broad frame and a disguise won't change your fate.

You belong in an Alpha's bed.

Your only value here is as a toy the Five can use through their rups and

discard afterward.

Accept that, and I may let you stay back still.

Oh!

Tonight, the Faceless Music takes on North America's premier lineup of female

alpha supermodels in the showdown of the century!

Why her?

How does some low-status nobody deserve to share the runway with all five of

them? Crush her!

Using some dark web runway backup to close the show, Miranda's production

gets tackier by the year.

Couture finales are for elite alphas.

I heard the faceless muse is just some low-status beta.

You think she can handle it?

No.

That's... that's... That faceless muse is quite the replacement.

But why does her walk look so familiar?

I've finally caught you on the main runway, my muse.

What are you running from?

You hid yourself pretty well in that dressing room.

Your walk's a little stiff.

Is that sweet body of yours starting to overflow again?

Serena, how much longer can that body of yours hold out?

Enough with your disgusting games.

If you want to walk this runway, show me what you've really got.

Show us your walk.

Prove you deserve this runway.

It's her. That inferior, peach-scented Omega.

She actually dared set foot on the sacred main runway.

Director, the livestream is going viral. Should we... What's so shocking?

Do you actually think one Omega can bring the age of Alpha Supremacy to an

end?

Use both. Leave no trace. Understood?

Nice walk.

But you're still short on main runway presence.

Want me to slow down so you can keep up?

You'd better speed up before I steal your spotlight.

Something's off.

Are you alright?

Dammit!

One minute to the grand finale.

Serena? How could it be her?

Serena? Mia, what's going on? Is that faceless me's really Serena?

The backup can't cut it! Get off the runway!

No, not now.

Why am I going into heat now?

You can't keep going like this. Want me to shut down the show?

Move.

Five seconds remaining.

What business does an Omega like you have on a runway?

Why did I ever adopt a freak who does nothing but embarrass me?

You're only fit to be a disposable rut toy.

The Faceless Muse!

That was insane!

It's really her.

I'm finished.

It's all over.

How can this be?

Serene is just some useless, low-status beta.

My daughter.

What is that? Omega pheromones? The faceless meat is actually an omega?

How is that possible?

I dare any of you to touch her.

One more step and I'll break your hands. I dare any of you to touch her.

Mom's here. Don't be afraid.

Eleanor, you'd break every rule in the fashion world, low-status freak.

Take a good look. She isn't some low-status freak. She's my biological

daughter. Twenty years ago, Miranda abandoned her in the slums to protect

her position as executive show director.

And tonight, she bribed security to put crushed glass in her own daughter's

shoes and spike her drink with an aphrodisiac.

She drugged her?

She's Eleanor's daughter?

We're done for.

Miss Crawford, you're under arrest for attempted murder and unlawfully

administering a controlled substance.

You have the right to remain silent.

Get her out of here. Take care of her.

No! Don't!

I'll handle this.

Don't let her get hurt again.

You have my word.

Serena, our goddess.

Damn. You're killing me.

Do it. Mark me.

We vow to respect, protect, and cherish you for all time as our one and

only muse.

Let us mark you as ours forever.

That's my daughter.

Born to rule.

I submit to you, my queen.