From An Omega To A Hunter

The lingering ache in Lizzy's chest was a constant, sharp reminder of yesterday. Eighteen years of quiet existence, shattered in a single, humiliating moment. She sat on the edge of her bed, the sunlight, usually a comfort, now felt like an intrusion. Her eyes were puffy, a testament to a night spent weeping, and a dull throb echoed behind them.

She rose, moving through the familiar motions of her morning routine, each movement feeling heavy, disconnected. Her parents, usually so attentive, were downstairs, their voices a muffled drone that only amplified her sense of isolation. They knew. They knew everything, yet they said nothing. She couldn't bring herself to face them, not after overhearing their conversation, their agreement with his cruel words.

Then, a mind-link, sharp and sudden, from Alpha Henry, Blake’s father. A pack meeting. Now. Lizzy felt a cold dread settle in her stomach. It was going to be public. The final, crushing blow. She dressed mechanically, her wolf, usually a source of comfort, now a silent, wounded presence within her. The walk to the pack house felt endless, each step a march towards her own public execution. She just wanted it to be over.