{Elira}
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I thought about myself. About being an Omega — something everyone looked down on. But what if, just maybe, there could be something in me that someone else might need?
It felt foolish, but the idea flickered like a candle, refusing to die out completely.
As Zenon spoke about scarcity and substitution, his tone remained calm, yet every word sounded deliberate and weighted.
I found myself wondering if that was what made him so intimidating: not only strength, but the knowledge of how to use words like a blade.
At some point, he turned, and his gaze swept over the hall. For a brief moment, our eyes met.
My breath caught, my stomach twisting. He didn't nod, didn't linger — but something in me sparked alive, even though I couldn't name what it was.
When he said, "A pack with no sense of its own worth is easy to exploit…" my heart clenched.
Was that me? Was that why it had always been so easy for Regina, Lady Maren, and even Luna Gwenith to hurt me?
