Alora
Jenny enthusiastically agreed that the wine-colored dress was the one. And before I could even second‑guess my decisions, on the dress and on my plan, she was already out the door to fetch the omegas. Within the hour, my chamber is filled with omega wolves scurrying about the space like a well‑rehearsed storm.
Two males carried in a gleaming copper tub, the shiny exterior of the metal catches in the firelight as they set it directly in front of the hearth. The scent of heated metal and lavender now mingles with the lingering, soft perfume of the dresses that are still strewn across my bed. Steam soon curls upward as pitchers of hot water are brought in and poured into the tub, filling the room with a soft, misty warmth that clings to my skin.
Before I fully register what’s happeni
