I lay propped on soft pillows in my sunlit bedroom, the mansion's airy space still feeling surreal—raven waves loose over my shoulders, milky white skin prickling faint from recovery chills.
Hellen and Reyes clattered pots downstairs, their bickering voices drifting up muffled, honey-citrus and cedar-steel scents teasing the air. They are really dominant alphas, aren't they?
An omega, that's what I really am. Who could I not see it? No, it was there right in front of me but I ignored, believing the details from the book, even though nothing was really in accordance with the novel.
Ivory helped me sit up gentle, her strong arms steadying my plush frame in the pale blue sundress.
"Why aren't you down there cooking with them?" I asked curious, emerald eyes flicking to her form, tailored shirt hugging broad shoulders.
Ivory chuckled low, eyes warm. "I don't know how—burned water once. Epic fail. And I don't want to try cooking food with my skills."
