The news broke just after noon.
The pack was in the middle of its daily bustle, omegas rushing between corridors, warriors training outside, advisers whispering about the rising tension around the Alpha couple. I had just retreated to the quiet of the upstairs lounge, pretending to read while failing miserably, when the mansion erupted with a sudden sharp buzz of voices.
Phones vibrated everywhere.
People gasped.
Footsteps raced down the hall.
Something had happened.
I didn’t check my phone at first. I couldn’t. My heart was already bruised from the morning’s silence, from Chase pretending last night had been nothing more than a passing storm. I braced myself for more pain without even knowing the cause.
A beta warrior jogged past the open doorway, breathless.
“She posted—Cassandra
