NORA
I sat in my small bedroom, the rays of the setting sun gently filtering through the curtains and casting a warm glow on the worn wooden floor. I cherished the solitude this small room has to offer, the chance to escape the constant whispers and glances that came with being the mute omega.
Leaning against the window frame, I watched as Rhett and Wyatt made their daily rounds. Their broad figures moved with purpose and strength, their scents mingling in the air, a familiar combination that sent a tingle down my spine. Rhett’s deep voice resonated through the wind, his laughter reaching my ears like a melodic symphony.
A smile crept upon my lips, and my heart swelled with a warmth that I hadn’t known in years. Rhett had shown me a tenderness and love that healed the wounds of my past,
