HERA
I kept my head down as I moved between the tables, my mind racing. The room was thick with tension, and I could feel their eyes on me. Every step felt like it stretched on for hours, each second heavier than the last.
“Hera,” Atticus’s deep voice cut through the silence, commanding attention. “Raise your head.”
My stomach twisted. I didn’t want to meet their eyes, not here, not like this. But I knew there was no way out of it. Slowly, reluctantly, I lifted my head, my gaze sweeping across the room.
There they were—all the Alphas, watching me with expressions that ranged from mockery to something even darker. Their eyes locked on me like predators circling their prey.
I could recognize all of them, and they could recognize me.
This was all a set up.
“Well, well,” One of the A
