#Chapter 23: A Dash of Honey

Elara & Alaric Elara Alaric stepped into the room, his presence commanding as ever. His gaze swept over the scene: the scattered oatmeal, Zoe and Ella standing protectively in front of me, their tiny fangs poking out of their mouths. Grace stood a few feet away from me, a placid smile plastered onto her face as if I or the girls would just suddenly forget what she had done. “Grandma tried to hit Mommy!” Ella immediately blurted out, pointing a finger at Grace. Alaric’s sharp eyes immediately snapped to his mother. His jaw tightened as he regarded her. “Mother. What is going on here?” Grace straightened her shoulders, adopting an air of indignant outrage. “What’s going on is that this Omega”—she gestured toward me with disdain—“attacked me. Look at this mess!” She pointed to the oatmeal splattered across the floor. “She smacked the spoon right out of my hand! Completely unprovoked!” I stared at her, dumbfounded by her audacity. “But she only did tha