Viona's chest tightened with anxiety. Facing Helena again was a daunting prospect; she knew the spoiled Omega would be absolutely furious.
But what else could Viona have done? When the chaos erupted, she had been forced to manage her own Omega's crisis. The only way to guarantee Helena's safety—and to keep her own Alpha instincts from snapping and attacking her—had been to lock her in the spare room.
Frowning, Viona worried that Helena might still be in the grips of her heat. She didn't want any misunderstandings if she accidentally crossed a line while trying to help. Still, after a moment of heavy hesitation, guilt won. She had to check on her.
It was already nearing midnight. As Viona approached the room, a frantic muffled knocking echoed from inside.
"Viona! Open this door! Let me out!"
Wrapped in a hot, heavy haze with Ethan, Viona had completely lost track of time and space. The world outside their door had ceased to exist. How could she have heard anything else?
