Few days later ;
After the doctor’s devastating news, Lyra had fallen into a deep, silent emotional slump. The vibrancy that had begun to bloom in her, the confidence she had slowly cultivated, seemed to have withered overnight. She didn’t speak much the next few days.
Her world became quiet—muffled, like she was underwater, sounds and sensations reaching her as if from a great distance. She actively avoided the twins’ intense gazes, dodged mealtimes, where the cheerful chatter felt like a cruel mockery, and skipped training entirely, her motivation utterly extinguished.
The plush couch in the corner of their shared Alpha suite, once a temporary respite, had become her new bed, her back always turned to the room, a silent shield against the world.
The room that used to feel like the
