Elsa’s POV
The soft hum of morning chatter usually filled the hallways of the Alpha’s mansion, but today, something felt off. The air was thicker, colder buzzing with a tension I couldn’t name. From my chamber window, I could see groups of omegas whispering near the training yard, their gazes flicking toward my tower whenever they thought no one was watching.
I tried to ignore it, focusing on brushing my hair, but their hushed voices kept echoing in my mind. Something was wrong. I could feel it deep in my bones.
Just as I was tying the last braid, a hurried knock came at my door.
“Come in,” I called, setting my brush aside.
My maid, entered, her face pale and anxious. She bowed slightly before speaking, her voice trembling. “My lady… I…I think you should hear this from me before it r
