Ivy's POV
Few Days ago.
The moon hung low over the Blackwood estate, casting long shadows across the cold stone walls. I stood by the window in Kiernan’s chambers, arms folded tight around myself. My reflection in the glass looked nothing like the girl I used to be—wide-eyed and hopeful. That girl was gone. In her place was someone harder, quieter. Someone waiting for the storm to break.
It had been two days since I’d last seen the Alpha. Two days of silence. No updates. No word from Selena’s side. Just hushed whispers in the halls and cautious glances from passing servants.
I wasn’t stupid. I knew what they thought.
Ivy Gray, the poisoner.
Ivy Gray, the weak omega who snapped.
But I wasn’t weak. Not anymore.
Kiernan had been watching me from his desk. He always watched. Quiet and
