Skye's POV
The moment I stepped into the party, everything shifted. Voices faltered mid-sentence. Glasses paused halfway to lips. Even the music seemed to hesitate, as though the melody itself held its breath. All at once, the attention of the room swiveled toward me, a collective stillness settling over the crowd.
I felt it. Every single stare like a wave crashing over me, heavy and suffocating. Their eyes weren’t just looking. They were seeing. And yet... I couldn’t look back.
My gaze locked onto the floor, my heels clicking softly against the marble tiles as I walked. My heart pounded wildly, like a drumbeat echoing in my ears, drowning out the soft music still playing in the background. I braced myself, waited for the cruel laughter, the disgusted whispers about how an omega like me
