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Chapter 46

Author: Celestia
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-21 20:59:52

Jason woke later than usual, his body heavy with exhaustion despite having slept through the night. Every muscle ached like he'd been fighting for hours. The soreness spread from his shoulders down to his legs, remnants of something that hadn't healed since the ceremony. His omega status felt raw under his skin, exposed and tender.

He rolled over and pressed his face into the pillow. The bond hummed beneath his skin, steady and insistent. It never stopped. Even in sleep, he could feel the pull of three alphas somewhere in the building. The weight of their shared punishment pressed down on his chest like a stone.

"Two weeks," he whispered to the empty room. "Just two weeks."

But even as he said it, he knew it would feel like forever.

Jason dragged himself out of bed and got dressed. His hands moved slowly, like they belonged to someone else. Everything felt deliberate and careful, like he might break if he moved too fast. The reflection in his mirror showed hollow eyes and pale skin. H
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