The Alpha's Forbidden Omega
Serena follows without a word, one last unreadable look thrown over her shoulder before the door shuts behind them, and then it's just me, alone in my father's study, my hand pressed flat against my ribs like that's going to do anything at all to stop what's happening under my skin.
It doesn't stop. If anything, it gets worse over the next hour, a slow, grinding ache that settles in and doesn't move, like something in my chest decided to just stay broken instead of healing clean. My wolf's gone quiet again, but it's a different quiet than before. Before, it was waiting. Now it feels like something curled up around a wound, refusing to move, refusing to let me forget for even a second what ju