Selvara’s POV

The bell rang, once, then twice.

It was the signal for afternoon sparring. All omegas were expected to join. I sat on the edge of my bed for a long moment, staring at the floor. My hands still shook from yesterday and I could still feel Zyros' presence all over the room too.

I knew I couldn’t stay hidden forever. If I refused training, they’d have another reason to hate me. So I stood, pulled my gown tighter around me, and stepped outside.

The moment I did, the whispering ...