The following morning, I woke to unfamiliar noise—soft laughter, footsteps, the sound of furniture scraping across the floor.
“Omega May?” I called sleepily, rubbing my eyes. “What’s happening?”
But when I opened my bedroom door, I froze.
Victoria stood inside my room, surrounded by omega maids carrying boxes, blankets, and fresh linens. She turned toward me with a faint, knowing smile, her fingers trailing across my vanity as though she already owned it.
“Oh, Brielle, you’re awake,” she greeted sweetly. “I hope you don’t mind. I’m just… getting settled.”
“In my room?” I asked, my voice sharpening as the last traces of sleep vanished.
Her smile remained perfectly composed. “Well, technically, this used to be my room years ago. Before I left. It holds sentimental value for me.”
“This is my room now,” I replied, folding my arms. “Whatever it used to be doesn’t matter.”
Victoria sighed softly, her eyes glistening as though tears threatened to fall. “Liam really wants to stay here with me. He said the scent feels comforting, familiar somehow. I didn’t want to cause trouble.”
My jaw tightened. “Then perhaps you should ask Xavier to prepare another room. There are more than enough available.”