Naomi’s pov :
Lucy chatted animatedly with Ronan about their art date last night, her cheeks still flushed with that new-crush glow.
While Jessy turned her attention to me suddenly, her blue eyes narrowing with curiosity. She was pretty, with that Silverfang silver hair cascading in waves, but her gaze held a sharpness, like she was sizing me up.
"Naomi," Her tone was light, but probing, a hint of challenge in it. "Where are you from originally? You don't seem like a local pack girl. Some exotic omega lineage?"
The question hit like a probe into my carefully guarded past, the Harlan betrayal, the rogue connections, the coerced deal with Darius. I couldn't reveal any of it; Elias's potential knowledge already had me on edge. I forced a casual smile, my omega instincts kicking
