Aurelia POV
My room had never felt smaller than it did that night.
I closed the door behind me and leaned against it for a long moment, letting the silence settle over me like a weight I have been carrying all day and finally allowed myself to feel. The small space held everything I owned in the world. A narrow bed with a thin blanket. A single shelf above it. A small wooden chest at the foot of the bed containing three changes of clothes, a hairbrush with half its bristles missing, and a folded piece of fabric that used to belong to a doll I had as a child, before I even understood what being an Omega meant.
I pushed away from the door and sat heavily on the edge of the bed.
The events of the last few hours replayed themselves relentlessly. Helena's tears. Ragnar's accusations. The bl
