Lyla paced around in her chambers unsure of what to do. She had asked Omega to meet her in her room so that they'd discuss properly. The porcelain teacup in her hand trembled in her hand as she brought it up to her lips. She had ordered one of the servants to get her a herbal infused tea to calm her mind down but it only frustrated her more.
She couldn't believe that a mere omega had the audacity to threaten her,the Luna of the pack. She felt so insulted and degraded.
She moved her free hand to her belly,her fingers splayed over her still flat stomach. It was her child and she'll choose who to tell about it and when to tell.
She remembered the smugness on the omegas face when she threatened her. Lyla had been tempted to wipe the look of triumph off her ugly old face. She wondered how the maid had found out. Did Mira tell her? She looked like she'd be friends with her. Or did she overhear their conversation?
