Liora Crestfall’s POV
The manor was quieter than I remembered. It had been almost a year since I last set foot on Alpha Cyril’s land when I came bearing gifts from my Alpha. Yet nothing seemed to have changed, the black iron gates still stood high and cold against the pale morning light, the courtyard swept clean, the guards sharp-eyed, and I don't expect anything less from a powerful Alpha like Alpha Cyril. Even from where I stood, I could smell that there was tension in the air, that faint, metallic tang that comes after betrayal.
It made me smile, and maybe the goddess was making this seamless for me by letting the Alpha’s Omega betray him.
I adjusted the hood of my pale cloak and walked forward, my boots silent against the cobblestone path. No one questioned me about why I was ther
