Scarlett's POV
The corridors of the main hall were unusually busy this morning. Omegas were passing by with trays, folded linens, and some were carrying armfuls of firewood. Despite their workloads, they enjoyed chatting endlessly. I couldn't help but smile at the sight of them busying themselves, laughing freely, and enjoying their tasks.
When I stepped into the hallway, a hush fell over them—as if someone had just pressed the mute button.
I offered a small smile to them when I noticed they were looking at me, but before I could move on, one of the younger Omegas, barely older than seventeen—the boy I had just met before, the lively one—suddenly blurted out.
"Miss Scarlett, is it true that you met Alpha Alexander, your previous Alpha, at the border last night?"
The others gasped, som
