I could feel it.
The stares.
The whispers.
They followed me everywhere I went in the pack house, like shadows I couldn’t escape.
“She’s the rejected one…”
“Why did the Alpha bring her back?”
“Didn’t he choose Alina?”
I clenched my fists as I walked past a group of wolves, pretending not to hear them. But their words still sank deep, reopening wounds I had tried so hard to ignore.
Nothing had changed.
To them, I was still the weak omega.
Still the girl who wasn’t good enough.
I stopped walking, taking a slow breath.
No.
That wasn’t true anymore.
I wasn’t the same Lira who had cried and begged.
I had survived on my own.
I was carrying a child.
And whether they liked it or not… I had a reason to be strong now.
“You shouldn’t be here.”
The familiar voice made me turn.
Alina.
She stood a few steps away, her arms crossed, her eyes cold and judging.
“This place isn’t for someone like you,” she continued. “You don’t belong here.”
I held her gaze, refusing to back down.
“Neither do you,” I replied quietly.
Her expression hardened instantly.
And just like that…
The real battle began.