Lisa's pov
The gown on the bed didn’t look like it was meant for someone like me.
Soft silk, Emerald green. Laced sleeves and tiny diamonds at the collar.
I stared at it for a long time.
Was it a mistake? Was I meant to wear it? Was someone playing a cruel trick again?
Calla stood near the door with a tiny smile.
“It’s yours,” she said. “The Alpha sent it.”
I blinked.
Alpha?
As in Alpha Enzo?
Before I could question her further, she turned and walked away—like that answered everything.
I ran my fingers over the fabric once again.
It felt too clean. Too elegant. Too not me.
But I put it on anyway.
I slipped into the dress slowly, scared I’d ruin it before even getting to where I was supposed to be.
I barely recognized the girl in the mirror.
No, not a girl—an omega who looke
