Elara stood in front of Caden’s chamber, her fists clenched so tightly her nails dug into her palms. The low hum of moans escaped through the heavy wooden door, a sound that should have infuriated her, but instead, it made her lips curl into a sly smile. This will be easier than I thought, she mused, her heart pounding in her chest. She took a deep breath, steadying herself, and raised her hand to knock—three sharp, deliberate raps that echoed down the dimly lit hallway.
The moans stopped abruptly, replaced by the sound of hurried footsteps and a muffled yelp. Elara tilted her head, listening intently. The door creaked open just enough to reveal the flushed face of a young omega, her hair disheveled and her clothes hastily thrown together. The girl’s eyes widened as she recognized Elara,
