Lara
The day blurred into a mess of sounds, movement, and silence—but none of it dulled the sharp sting of this morning.
My back hit the door as I stumbled inside, dragging in breath after breath like oxygen was something I had to earn. A stabbing pain shot through my skull, radiating behind my eyes and making my vision ripple.
Yep. Classic Trina.
This was the aftermath of her little power display—Alpha pressure that made me feel like my organs were crumbling and my mind was cracking open from the inside out. She had always been gifted like that. I had always been weak enough to take it.
“Lara?”
Gemma’s voice pierced through the fog in my head—sharp, too sharp. I flinched at the sound. Not her fault. My senses were raw, wrecked from submitting when I didn’t want to.
I looked up slo
