LEAH’S POV
When I woke up hours later in my bedroom, the house was deathly quiet.
My throat burned. Normally, if I suffered a dizzy spell or fever, Bea would be sitting in the armchair beside my bed with a damp cloth and a soothing herbal tea.
The chair was empty.
I forced myself out of bed, my head spinning wildly as my weak omega stamina struggled to keep me upright. I gripped the doorframe, taking deep, shuddering breaths to regulate my pulse— a breathing technique Bea had taught me years ago.
I crept down the stairs, but halfway down, a heavy, suffocating wave of pressure hit me.
Alpha dominance.
Alpha Everest Lockwood was in our living room.
I hurried down the remaining steps, pulling myself into the entry hall. The scene before me felt like a twisted nightmare. Mother wasn't
