Leah
Breakfast was a quiet affair. The dining hall felt cavernous with just the two of us seated at one end of the massive table, the only sounds the scrape of forks against plates and the distant howl of wind rattling the windows. I'd barely managed three bites of eggs when an omega slipped into the room, her eyes downcast, carrying something I hadn't expected to see this far north.
A phone. But not just any phone. This thing looked like it had been pulled from a military bunker, complete with a long, thick antenna jutting from the top like a radio tower.
The omega approached cautiously, her steps light, her posture submissive. She stopped a few feet from the table and kept her gaze fixed on the floor. "A call for Miss Leah," she said quietly. "From Alpha Anton."
My head snapped up, h
