The door clicks softly behind me as I step out of the room, letting out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.
It feels like a small victory to finally leave his space in one piece. The air in there is thick, suffocating, and undeniably charged—though I refuse to dwell on the reason why.
My duties in the prince’s quarters are done, and I tell myself I won’t think about him for the rest of the day.
The east wing is quieter than the rest of the pack house, but as I move further away from its walls, the sound of activity grows louder.
I glance around, noticing the steady stream of movement. Omegas rush by, their arms laden with trays, linens, and various supplies.
A few court members I rarely see linger in the corridors, their voices a hushed mix of excitement and urgency.
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