when I stepped back into the omegas' quarters. My steps felt heavier than usual, weighted with exhaustion and the lingering echoes of Alpha Zach's presence from the clinic. Mira's orders still echoed in my head: "If the Alpha calls for you again, go immediately." But I had no choice now; I had to face the others.
The moment I crossed the threshold, I noticed it. Silence.
A silence so sharp it cut through the morning air like ice.
The omegas, who had been chatting just minutes ago, froze mid-conversation. Their heads turned slightly, eyes darting to me with a mix of curiosity and dread. No one stepped forward. No one greeted me. The energy in the room shifted, heavy, almost suffocating.
I swallowed hard.
"Good morning," I said, voice quiet, cautious.
No response.
I took another step, and whispers began low, careful, as if speaking too loud might summon a storm.
"They say… she's the one the Alpha nearly killed the doctor for."
