CIAN
I stood in front of the mirror while the Omegas finished fussing over my suit, tugging fabric here, smoothing it there, their hands quick and practiced like they had done this a thousand times before. The charcoal jacket finally sat right on my shoulders, no pulling, no creases. The navy tie pressed close to my throat, neat and exact, and the aquamarine brooch caught the light every time someone shifted behind me. I barely noticed them until one of the Omegas stepped back and gave a slow nod, satisfaction clear on her face.
"It's Perfect, Alpha."
I inclined my head and thanked her, already feeling the familiar weight settle in my chest. The expectation. The performance.
There was a knock at the door before I could linger on it.
"Come in."
Ronan walked in like he owned the space, eyes flicking over me once before his brow lifted in mild amusement. "You called for me?"
"Yes," I said, turning fully toward him. "You'll be staying back instead of joining us for the wedding."
