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Amber snorted harshly. “Don’t make excuses! You see, many omegas are busy preparing for the party. It seems like I’ve been too weak on you lately, that you dare to forget your place!” Amber’s voice was piercing, full of hatred. Emily lowered her head, her body shuddering. There was nothing she could do but apologize over and over again, hoping that Amber’s anger would subside a little.

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About whoever else he’d put in a chair. The screen listed slots for twelve subjects, most tagged **PENDING**. Only one line glowed fully green. SUBJECT C‑01 – DOMESTIC ENVIRONMENT – ACTIVE. Beneath that, ghosted out: C‑02 through C‑04 – “ONBOARDING PREP.” Nothing actionable. I tabbed back. My eyes snagged on a different option in the menu: **PROTO‑OMEGA.** Different font. Different color. Like it had been bolted on later.

Ophelia's POV "I am Ophelia Starkingstein, daughter of the late Beta Harrison of Stormridge Pack.” He remained silent for several seconds after I spoke. Although I kept my head lowered in submission, I felt the weight of his Alpha aura settle over me as he assessed every word I spoke. "What is an omega doing alone near a restricted border at this hour?" he asked calmly, quiet authority woven through his voice. I swallowed hard and tightened my fingers around the fabric of my dress.

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the head warrior signaled, noticing that even one of his companions hesitated to attack me. Who would bother attacking a mere omega? Another warrior sighed and shook his head. "Omega..." He chuckled, looking me up and down. "What do you want to receive, Omega? A punch? Or a kick?" I didn't answer, I simply bowed. My action made it difficult for the warriors to harm me. To them, I was like a flimsy piece of paper that would fly away with a single blow. Nala remained hidden within the depths of my mind, unwilling to assist me.

Yet with Renesme firmly gripping her cheek, Hailey resolved to show her exactly what she wanted to see: a brazen opportunist ready to capitalize on Alpha's riches. Renesme released her with a flourish, and Hailey's shaky knees gave way, causing her to stumble to the ground. Renesme leaned down and snatched the envelope from the floor. "You will come to regret your choice today. You will plead for mercy, and I will not give it. There are dangerous threats in this world, especially for Omegas who cannot protect themselves." Her cold gaze scrutinized Hailey's. "I strongly suggest you proceed with caution from this point forward."

"*Dormis sine fine, donec iter meum finiam. Dormis et non expergiscis, amor meus.*" My voice grew more confident as I repeated the words, the chant stronger with each passing second. Ralph’s body softened, his grip on me loosening as the spell settled over him completely. His chest rose and fell in a slow, rhythmic pattern, and I knew he was lost to the magic now.

Mira said. “Sorry to disappoint,” I muttered, earning a giggle from Chloe behind me. And then there was the fourth girl. She was still watching the assignment board, her long white hair braided over one shoulder. She hadn’t said a word. “She’s from the Southern Plains,” Chloe whispered quietly beside me. “The Southern Alpha’s faction.” Of course. The Southern girl. The one who probably thought I was trespassing in her territory and stole her man. As if sensing our attention, she turned her head slowly…

She screamed angrily. Sabrina’s knees bore the imprints of Sanya’s high-heeled shoes, which were visible on the back of her knees. Like her broken heart, there were bloodstains and bruises, but nothing compared to the pain of Kenneth’s betrayal. The physical pain from Sanya’s outrage was nothing compared to Kenneth’s obvious display of affection towards Isabelle.