The appeal did not go unnoticed.By evening, copies of it had already changed hands twice.The elders gathered in the inner chamber, doors closed, voices lowered. The parchment lay open on the central table, its writing precise, unembellished, difficult to dismiss.“She’s challenging the conditions,” one elder said, irritation sharp in his tone. “Not the ruling. The conditions.”“That is deliberate,” another replied. “She knows where the weakness lies.”The clan leader sat at the head, fingers steepled, listening.“She accepted rebonding as an expectation,” the first elder continued. “Then turned around and called it coercion.”“She called it pressure,” a third corrected. “And she isn’t wrong.”A scoff followed. “She is an omega.”“Yes,” came a calmer voice, “and she is articulate.&rdq
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