The fabric was pulled back inch by inch, unveiling the lifeless face beneath it—my face. My eyes remained wide open, locked in an unblinking stare, still carrying the weight of resentment and sorrow.
The blue maternity dress I had worn so loosely before now clung tightly to my body, soaked through with dark, congealing blood. The thick scent of iron filled the air, so pungent that even the weakest Omega could catch it from a distance.
Even as a spirit watching from the side, I felt a shiver creep down my spine. There was something profoundly unsettling about looking upon one’s own corpse.
Alpha Caius’s normally steady demeanor wavered. His face drained of color, and for the first time, the dominance that clung to him like a second skin cracked. His lips parted slightly, but no words es
