FIA
The Omegas moved around me. One worked through my hair with careful hands, sectioning and styling, while another held up dress options against the natural light streaming through the window. Steam rose from the garment steamer in soft clouds that smelled faintly of lavender.
I sat still and let them work. My body felt looser than it had been for a hot minute, the hot shower having done more for my muscles than I wanted to admit. Every part of me had been scrubbed clean until my skin felt new.
"This one, Luna?" The Omega, holding a deep blue dress, looked at me with hopeful eyes.
I nodded. "That's perfect."
She smiled and moved to prepare it while the one working on my hair pinned another section into place. The rhythm of it all felt soothing. Normal. Like I was just a woman getting ready to go somewhere nice with her mate instead of someone who had killed a warlock merely hours ago.
The door opened without warning.
