Celine's POV Plates clattered to the ground, the sound reverberating through the kitchen like an ominous drumbeat. The kettle hissed angrily, steam billowing from its spout, mirroring the turmoil churning in my stomach. Anxiety was a familiar companion, but today it surged with unprecedented force, threatening to overwhelm me.I had always harbored a sliver of hope that I could avoid moments like these, but deep down, I knew the inevitable tide of stress would wash over me eventually. My gaze lingered on the simmering pot of soup, silently beseeching the moon goddess for mercy. It was a late morning, the sun already high in the sky by the time I managed to drag myself out of bed. A quick glance at the wristwatch, a relic from my late mother, filled me with dread. If Alpha Adrian caught wind of my tardiness, I would surely face his wrath.As an Omega in the Silver Line pack, I was accustomed to bearing the blame for even the smallest mishaps. It was a burden I had grown accustomed to,
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