Lyria's POV,
“No… no…!”
An ear-piercing scream ripped from my throat before I could halt myself. My hand shot out to grab the antique porcelain vase on the table beside me, painted with dragons and cherry blossoms. The next second, it shattered against the marble floor with a thunderous crash, shards scattering all over the floor.
“How could she still be alive?” My voice was rising to a shrill and sharp cry, quite enough to make my own ears ring.
The maid was already cowering in the corner, wringing her trembling hands in front of her. She abruptly knelt down, forcing her head to bend lower as her words stumbled out in a broken rush.
“M-my princess… the rumors say… the Alpha of the Blood Fang pack saved that omega from her death. They gave her shelter and kept her in a safe house unti
