Liora's POV
Watching Selene and Clara leave in humiliation, under the weight of dozens of staring eyes, I felt nothing.
No pity. No regret.
They had come to disgrace me—and instead, I had returned the favor.
A slow, satisfied smirk curved my lips. They deserved it.
What I didn't realize was that the real storm was brewing outside.
While the internet exploded with my name—while clips of Selene and Clara's public disgrace looped across pack forums and social feeds—I was peacefully shopping for dresses, blissfully unaware of the debate raging in my wake.
"Try this." Raya tossed a deep sapphire silk dress toward me. "Seriously, you should dress like a future Luna, not a heartbroken Omega left at the altar."
"I was never at an altar," I muttered, eyeing the gown. "And that looks… suffoc
