Chapter Sixteen – Broken Roles
Evandra
The rhythm of chopping carrots filled the silence, steady and grounding. The chef’s knife moved with calm precision, and the steam from the pot warmed her face as she stirred. It was simple, mindless work. Work an omega would do.
Her wrists still bore faint rope marks. Each time her fingers flexed, the skin pulled tight and reminded her of where she’d been only hours before—bound, distrusted, questioned like a criminal. And still, here she was.
This is safer, she told herself. If they see me as an omega, no one will ask why I came. No one will wonder why I was chased by rogues or why I was banished from Pearl Pack. I can exist here. Quietly. Forgotten.
But Sage stirred, restless and angry.
Forgotten? the wolf’s voice rumbled, sharp with fury.
