The royal wing had never felt so silent.
Corridors once filled with servants and laughter now lay hushed beneath heavy wards and double-guarded doors. Every torch burned with enchanted flame. Every shadow was suspect.
Ivy walked those corridors with measured steps, her heartbeat steady but heavy.
This place was not meant for omegas.
And she was no longer one.
Two elite guards flanked her, their auras respectful, wary. Gone were the mocking glances. Gone were the dismissive sneers. In their place lingered awe… and fear.
She felt it in every glance, every breath.
The girl who once scrubbed floors and lowered her eyes now commanded silence with a single step.
It was terrifying.
Rowan walked beside her, his presence a quiet anchor. Though stripped of dominance, his posture remained th
