Lyra
"Sister, you can't touch me with that! I'm an Omega!"
Elara scrambled backward in the mud, her voice trembling and soft, but her eyes kept darting toward Cedric.
She was playing her favorite game. Step one: paint herself as the helpless, fragile victim. Step two: wait for the big, strong Alpha to step in and handle the dirty work.
But this time, Cedric didn't move to protect her.
He gripped his broken leg and forced himself to stand, his face twisted in absolute disgust and pain.
"Did you give them the defense map?" he demanded, his voice a low, terrifying snarl.
Elara burst into fresh tears.
"Cedric, how could you doubt me?" she sobbed, clutching at her chest. "I've spent so many nights by your side! I gave you my soothing touch, my sweet scent... I gave myself entirely to yo
