The Alpha Committee chambers fell silent as the evidence played on the security crystals.
Footage of my past shimmered in the air, carefully edited to show only violence.
#Alpha Committee Member Abuses Omega
#Vivian Reed Steals Research
#Sarah’s Years of Torment
Every Alpha present watched me slam Sarah into walls, my wolf form towering over her trembling Omega form.
Conveniently missing was my Moonbloom demonstration, my accusations about the rogues who attacked me.
They’d even paraded my old classmates before the Committee.
“Vivian was cruel,” a beta wolf testified, neck bared submissively to the Committee. “She’d target Sarah specifically for being an Omega.”
His eyes blazed with manufactured outrage:
“She’d destroy Sarah’s healing herbs, contaminate her potions. Anyone who tried to help Sarah found themselves facing an Alpha
heir’s wrath.”
“Sarah just… endured it. What else could an Omega do against pure Alpha blood?”
Other Committee members reached out through pack bonds, their concern thinly veiled:
“These are serious allegations, Vivian.”
“The Alpha King is watching closely.”
I spun a silver dagger between my fingers, letting them see my calm.
