Zenith’s POV I paced back and forth in the bedroom with my phone gripped tight in my hand, redialing Elara’s number over and over. It's been three times already, and she still did not pick up. On the fourth dial, the line finally connected. “Hello?” Elara’s voice came through, mildly annoyed already. Well, she definitely wasn't as annoyed as I was. “Where the hell did you take my Omega?” I barked into the phone. There was a short pause, then a sharp scoff of disbelief. “What the hell do you mean, where did I take your Omega? He’s not a puppet, Zenith. He can do whatever the fuck he wants. I saw him sitting alone by himself, asked if he wanted to go out, and he agreed.” I stopped mid-pace and dragged in a deep breath through my nose, forcing down the spike of temper. Maybe my cousin was right, but I wasn't expecting him to be gone like that. Silas should not have been that far from the palace without me knowing. So, calmly, as much as I could maintain, I asked her. “Where ar
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