The Omegas scrambled around like frightened ants, their hands trembling as they tried to lace the last gold thread through Diva’s royal robe.
The air in the room was thick...perfumed with lavender. They all knew better than to displease their new Alpha, even if she hadn’t fully embraced what that title meant yet.
Diva stood before the mirror, her reflection cold and divine, wrapped in a robe darker than midnight with streaks of silver embroidery glowing like veins of moonlight.
She didn’t look like the same girl who had once begged to go home. She looked like something carved out of power. Her wolf purred inside her chest, “You’ll get used to this, Alpha. This is who you are now.”
The door creaked open, and one of the Omegas stumbled in, eyes wide, clutching her apron.
“Your Highnes
