Elara & Alaric
Elara
Alaric stepped into the room, his presence commanding as ever. His gaze swept over the scene: the scattered oatmeal, Zoe and Ella standing protectively in front of me, their tiny fangs poking out of their mouths.
Grace stood a few feet away from me, a placid smile plastered onto her face as if I or the girls would just suddenly forget what she had done.
“Grandma tried to hit Mommy!” Ella immediately blurted out, pointing a finger at Grace.
Alaric’s sharp eyes immediately snapped to his mother. His jaw tightened as he regarded her. “Mother. What is going on here?”
Grace straightened her shoulders, adopting an air of indignant outrage. “What’s going on is that this Omega”—she gestured toward me with disdain—“attacked me. Look at this mess!” She poin
