Savannah's POV
The memory of my wedding night burns as clearly today as it did years ago.
After endless hours of performing for both packs, smiling until my cheeks cramped while presenting myself as the ideal omega bride my family had molded me into, I finally escaped to the bathroom sanctuary. There, behind the locked door, I allowed my carefully constructed facade to crumble.
Steam rose from the scalding water as I stepped under the spray, my body trembling with exhaustion and anticipation. I worked the soap across my skin, trying to wash away the weight of expectation that clung to me like perfume.
The commandments of omega perfection had been drilled into my skull since childhood, each rule a chain around my throat.
Speak only when spoken to.
Maintain a soft, melodious tone at all times.
Your appearance reflects your worth. Guard it jealously.
Smile with grace and warmth.
Never display your wolf nature, as it diminishes an omega's value.
