Naomi’s pov :
My wrists burned where the ropes had sawed them raw, and every breath pulled the metallic scent of my own blood deeper into my lungs. The single bulb overhead swung in slow arcs, throwing Elias’s shadow across the papers Darius had shoved in front of him. I watched the pen tremble in his cuffed hands, silver cuffs, burning his skin the way they’d burned mine, and felt the bond between us scream in silent protest.
“Don’t sign,” I said again, quieter this time. My voice cracked on the last word. “It’s a lie anyway. The pack will never accept him.”
Darius’s gun pressed harder against my temple. Cold metal. Cold voice. “Keep talking, omega. I’m curious how many words it takes before Elias chooses his pride over your life.”
Elias’s golden eyes flicked to me, steady a
