FREYAThe room went very quiet after that, and I felt my entire body go still, holding back a lot more than I let show on my face.Dorian’s words lingered in the air, completely surrounded by silence, and I understood exactly what he meant even before my brain could finish processing it. This wasn't about Ethan. This wasn't even about the seal, not really, not to Dorian. This was about my sons.Micah's omega resistance had already spread faster than we could contain it, whispered about at gatherings we weren't invited to, discussed by people who had never once held him or even heard him laugh. To them, he wasn't a baby who liked to be bounced on his father's knee. He was a topic of discussion. A rumor. A miracle that, depending on which way the wind blew, could just as easily be called a threat.I thought about the last full moon ritual, the way the shadows had bent strangely around his crib during the attack, the way even our own guards had looked at him differently afterward, like h
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