Elena’s POV
I walked into class like my thighs weren’t sore, like my lips hadn’t been wrapped around Lucian Blackthorne’s c**k less than twelve hours ago. I was trying to act normal.
Like a respectable Omega who hadn’t just choked on the Alpha heir’s c**k in the middle of the night while begging for more.
I should have known Zia and Raina wouldn’t let me breathe.
“Oh my God,” Zia whispered the second I sat down beside her, her glossy lips parting like she’d just seen a ghost. “You didn’t text us back. You didn’t come to breakfast. You didn’t even post a damn meme in the group chat. That only means one thing. Either you’re dead. Or you got absolutely wrecked last night.”
“I vote wrecked,” Raina said immediately, leaning over the desk like a bloodhound in a crop top. Her eyes scanned
