The room was quiet when the twins stepped in. Lyra sat curled up on the edge of the couch, knees tucked beneath her, hands folded tightly in her lap. Her eyes flicked toward them briefly—just enough to acknowledge their presence—then lowered again. Her whole posture was still, but there was a quiet storm in the way her fingers twisted together.
Xander shut the door behind them with a soft click, but it sounded too loud in the silence. Kyson didn’t move at first. He stood near the doorway, his body tense and unreadable, eyes locked on her like he was seeing something unfamiliar.
Something he didn’t know how to name.
Lyra’s scent still hit him like it always did—warm, soft, undeniably Omega. But what he had seen out there… that wasn’t an Omega wolf.
A She-Alpha.
He couldn’t unsee it. Co
