Repeated Present Day: The moment she entered, the atmosphere shifted; all eyes fell on her, tension crackling like static in the air. “Ah, the cunning Omega graces us with her presence,” Bronson sneered, crossing his arms. Feeling like she had heard him say that before, instead of squaring her shoulders, ready for the lecture on how Omegas should mind their manners and stop snooping Misty looked Bronson in the face and said "Huh?" But none of that came. “Welcome, Misty, Avant, Clark” Alpha Mark boomed, cutting through the tension. His gaze pinned her in place, a deep sincerity hiding behind his authoritative demeanor. “Let’s get to the point,” Mark continued, his voice steady as he surveyed the room.
Misty’s pulse slowed this time she felt like everything movement, word and look had alrea
