The Dominant Omega And Her Submissive Alpha
The flowers swayed though there was no wind, as though welcoming me.
I turned, my breath catching. Two women stood before me. One… Griselda. Fierce as I remembered her, eyes sharp but kind. Her salt-streaked hair was tied loosely, and she wore the leathers of a warrior. She smiled, though sorrow lingered in the corners of her lips.
The other… ethereal, otherworldly. Ayana. A woman of impossible beauty, hair like midnight silk, skin glowing like pale moonstone. Her eyes… they were mine. Or rather, I realized, mine were hers.