Aurora’s POV

The dining room fell into an awkward silence because I didn’t have breakfast. I sat motionless, my hands folded in my lap, eyes fixed on the four plates laid out.

One for Alpha Frank, one for Luna Melissa, one for Alpha Keith, one for Helen. None for me.

For a moment, nobody said a word. The clink of Helen’s fork against her plate was the only sound, grating on my nerves.

Keith was the first to break the silence, his palm slamming down hard on the table. The plates rattled. ...