Vivian’s POV
I was in the kitchen helping Elara prepare the evening meal when Garett found me.
I knew him immediately. Of course I did.
He was the one from my first weeks in the tower. The one who bullied me . Who’d made comments about Omegas being too stupid to work in the main kitchens. Who’d watched me with cold eyes while the other servants laughed.
He’d been gone for weeks. Months, maybe. I’d heard whispers that he was on a war acquisition, some military operation on the outer territories. I’d been grateful for his absence.
Now he was back.
And he wasn’t alone. Three other warriors flanked him, their body language aggressive. Testing. They’d chosen a moment when the kitchen was relatively empty, just a few servants and Elara.
“We need to talk,” Garett said. His hand was on his
