Ivy pov

My morning started like any other since we came back. I woke up early, washed my face, and checked on Rick. He was still asleep, curled up under the blanket. His breathing was steady, and that alone gave me some peace. I brushed his hair gently.

“I’ll be right outside,” I whispered before leaving the room.

Downstairs, the kitchen was already busy. The omegas avoided my eyes. They spoke softly among themselves, but I could feel the shift in the air. Something was wrong. Something ...